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The Argonaut. 




After the Chicago Convention, 211. 
America and England in China, 194. 
American Coal Miners, 193. 
Ante-Convention Notes, 385. 
Anti-Third Term Tradition, 97. 
Apology, An, 3. 

Case of Mr. Thomas Boyle. 
Arbitration Treaties, 179. 
At Chicago, 401. 
Bad to Worse in England, 179. 

Coal strike. 
Baltimore Convention, The, 419. 

Beneficence and Politics, 210. 

Big Job Ahead, A, 209. 

Civic Centre project. 
Boycott Against California, 66. 
California Case, The, 402. 
Campaign Developments, 241. 
Campaign, The, 259, 289. 
Campaign to Date, The, 209. 
Case of Dr. Stone, The, 66. 
Cause Without Followers, A, 147. 

Mr. Roosevelt's candidacy. 
Champ Clark, 290. 
"Charges and Specifications," 83. 

Reform government. 
China Marks Time, 34. 
China Still in Trouble, 19. 
City Trusts and California, 49. 
Coal Strike, The, 145. 
Concerning a Civic Centre, 33. 
Concerning Missionary Enterprise, 162. 
Confessions of a "Gulper," The, 178. 

Mr. Pillsbury. 
Congress and Eight Hours, 387. 
Convention Prospects, 369. 
Count von Bieberstein, 371. 
Crisis in Mexico, The, 146. 
Cuban Revolt, The, 386. 
Current Presidential Speculation, 65. 
Danger in China, The, 401. 
Death Penalty, The, 161. 
Democracy in England, 259. 
Democratic Convention, The, 354. 
Democratic Outlook, The, 306. 
Democratic Party, The, 163. 
D. H. Burnham, 370. 

Direct Primaries and Minority Rule, 305. 
Disease and the School, 147. 
Domination of Mr. Bryan, The, 49. 
Dr. Burk on Education, 226. 
Dynamite Explosions, The, 370. 
Electioneering in Belgium, 387. 
Elimination of Professor Wilson, The, 49. 
"Examiner" and the Strike, The, 371. 
Exit Dr. Wiley, 194. 
Exit the Manchus, 97. 
Federation of Women's Clubs, The, 355. 
German and Other Socialists, 33. 
German Elections, The, 3. 
Germany and England, 99. 
Good Beginning, A, 114. 

Municipal government to award contracts to 
lowest bidders. 
Good Beginning, A, 17. 

Mayor Rolph's programme. 
Good Cause and Bad Method, A, 65. 

Concerning the Liberty Bell. 
Governor Wilson's Prestige, 115. 
Grand Jury Again, The, 354. 
Grand Jury Report, The, 227. 
Grove L. Johnson and Son, 114. 
Exposition Labor, 163. 
Harvester Immunity, The, 305. 
Heney in Oregon, 386. 
Hetch Hetchy and the Engineers, 401. 
Home Rule for Ireland, 242. 
Homer Davenport, 307. 
Hope Springs Eternal, 33. 
V'T Am It," 337. 
Immigration Problem, The, 338. 
Indicted Labor Leaders, The, 2. 
Industrial Workers at San Diego, 289. 
Italian Insult to France, The, 51. 
Italy and the Dardanelles, 291. 
Japanese in Mexico, The, 226. 
Johnson and La Follette, 226. 
Judge Ellsworth and the Recall, 193. 

Labor and the Exposition, 131. 

Labor Leaders and Liberty, 353. 

La Follette and Wisconsin, 34. 

La Follette Snub in Ohio, The, 1. 

Lessons of a Strike, The, 339. 

1-ife-Saving Regulations, 322. 

Lord Rosebery's Speech, 66*. 

Magdalena Bay and the Senate, 306. 

Manchus and Yuan Shi Kai, The, 82. 

Mayor and His Duty, The, 113. 

Mayor Rolph, 18. 

McCarthy Legacy, The, 241. 

McNamaras and the Recall, The, 417. 

"Men and Religion," 131. 

Mr. Fred B. Smith's insult to San Francisco. 

Mexican Intervention, 290. 

Mexico and America, 132. 

Mind Poisons, 323. 

The evils of the day. 

Monroe Doctrine, The, 161. 

More Explosions, 386. 

Mr. Casey and Others, 66. 

Mr. Casey and the Public Money, 51. 

Mr. Darrow Indicted, 82. 

Mr. Hearst's Defense, 419. 

Mr. Hyatt's Protest, 370. 

Mr. Tohnson Still Confident, 146. 

Mr. La Follette and the Machine, 243 

Mr. La Follette's Motives, 195. 

Mr. Pillsbury's Magic Lantern, 18. 

Mr. Roosevelt's Candidacy, 129. 

Mr. Roosevelt's Indignation, 403. 

Mr. Spreckels's Position, 194. 

Mr. Taft and Mexico, 258. 

Mr. Taft's Troubles, 50. 

Mr. Tveitmoe and His Friends, 51. 

Mr. Tveitmoe at Fresno, 34. 

Murder and the Recall, 194. 

New English Strike, The, 354. 

New Jersey and the Election, 353. 

News from Mexico, The, 81. 

New York and Indiana, 193. 

No Need for Surprise, 34. 

Now, Ohio! 18. 

Ocean Tragedy, The, 241. 

Ohio— What It Signifies, 337. 

On with the Dance! 338. 

Civic extravagance. 
Oregon Senatorship, The, 289. 
Our Marriage Conventions, 99. 
Overmuch Speechmaking, 195. 

President Taft going about too much. 
Owen Bill, The, 307. 
Passing of the Muckraker, The, 3. 
Peace Banquet, The, 1. 
Pert Mr. Shuster, The, 1. 
Presidential Outlook, The, 113, 321. 
Progressives in Confusion, The, 50. 
Progress of the Campaign, 225. 
Projected Civic Centre, The, 177. 
Pulitzer School, The, 179. 
Question of Canal Policy, 178. 
Question of Manners, A, 82. 

Reception of Duke and Duchess of Connaught. 
Recall and Mr. Debs, The, 306. 
Recall in Action, The, 211. 
"Recalling" a Joke, 210. 
Recall in Practice, The, 129. 

Mayor Hiram C. Gill of Seattle. 
Recall This Judge, 114. 

Judge Bi cgy of Philadelphia. 
Republican Campaign, The, 305. 
Republican Convention, The, 417. 
Reward of Courage, The, 291. 
Roosevelt and Harriman, 2. 
Rowells, The, 161. 
Ruef and the "Bulletin," 35. 
Ruef and the Pardons Board, 402. 
Ruef Indictments, The, 113. 
"Rule of the People," 225. 

Roosevelt Club in Alameda. 
"Rule of the People" in Oregon, 257. 
San Diego Troubles, The, 338. 
Schmitz Case, The, 147. 
Schools and the Initiative, The, 337. 
Socialism in Germany, 339. 
Sport and Racial Vitality, 115. 
Strike at Lawrence, The, 163. 
Strikes and Suffrage, 227. 
Suggestions of Dakota Primary, 177. 
Suicide and the Eight-Hour Law, 369. 
Symphony Orchestra, The, 35. 
Taft and the "Fight," 17. 
Teachers' Amendment, The, 402. 
There Are Other Progressives, 145. 
Third Degree Again, The, 242. 
"Titanic" Disaster, The, 257. 
"Titanic" Inquiry, The, 322. 
Trinity Church, New York, 355. 
Twin Peaks Reservoir, The, 385. 
Two Sample Uplifters, 211. 

Mr. Rowell and Mr. Spreckels. 
Two Social Dilemmas, 322. 

"The" Mrs. Astor and Mrs. George Keppel. 
Union Labor and Other Labor, 81. 
L'nionism and Syndicalism, 210. 
Unstable and Faithless, 145. 

Mr. Roosevelt changes in regard to Mr. Taft. 
Vital Issue, A, 81. 

Labor conditions connected with the exposi- 
War in Mexico, The, 353. 
Weddings and Health, 195. 
What Is Syndicalism? 242. 
White Soldiers in China, 67. 
Why Is Mexico Hostile? 178. 
Wilbur Wright and Aviation, 369. 
Women and the Eight-Hour Law, 19. 
Word to Mr. Rolph, A, 97. 
Wright Brothers and the Law, The, 321. 
Zapata and His Cause, 321. 


Accidents to Aviators Due to Carelessness, 227. 
Agitation Against the California Poll-Tax, 387. 
"As We Were Saying," 419. 
Appointment of Dr. Pardee, The, 323. 
Aviation Meets, 115. 
Brandt Case, The, 147. 
Case of Conboy, The, 259. 
Eight-Hour Law for Women, 19. 
England Prepares for Another German Scare, 259. 
Fair Site, The, 51. 

Campaign Between Mr. Taft and Mr. Roosevelt, 
\ 307. 

TTaptain Amundsen's Claim to Have Reached the 

South Pole Received Without Doubt, 163. 
Chief Justice Russell of New York, Incompetent, 

Clara Barton, 242. 

Coal Strikes to Benefit Oil Trade, 243. 
Common Church at Sunnyvale, A, 307. 
Conditions in China, 179. 
Consolidation of Projects, 115. 
Democratic Primary Elections, 307. 
Dismissal of Police Commissioners Spiro and 

O'Grady, 307. 
Embarrassment of "The Most Beautiful Girl in 

the World," 227. 
English Coal Strike Near End, 211. 
Exposition Gates to Be Closed Every Night at 

Sunset, 259. 

Fifth Trial for Captain Conboy, 243. 

General Methodist Conference, 323. 

Governor Johnson and the California Safe De- 
posit Company, 67. 

Governor Johnson's Eastern Visit, 99. 

Harry Thaw Again, 387. 

High Cost of Living, 67. 

Illegal Appointments by McCarthy, 35. 

Ill-Fated "Titanic," The, 243. 

Italy and Turkey, 339. 

J. J. Moore Tragedy, The, 67. 

Labor Question in Connection with the Fair, 115. 

Mark Twain, a Prophet, 195. 

Mayor Gaynor in the Presidential Game, 83. 

Men of the "Titanic" to Be Honored, 323. 

Minimum Wage Scale for Female Workers, 307. 

Modern School Methods, 19. 

Mr. Abraham Ruef's Scheme, 99. 

Mr. "Bion J. Arnold, 99. 

Mr. Francis J. Heney at the Chicago Convention, 

Mr. La Follette, 307. 

Mr. La Follette and Our Financial System, 19. 

Mr. La Follette as One of the Pawns of the Roose- 
velt Game, 371. 

Mr. La Follette in Favor of Recall, 35. 

Mr. La Follette's Stage Tricks, 19. 

Mr. Raker's Speech Regarding Asiatic Exclusion 
Act, 387. 

Mr. Roosevelt and Mr. Gompers, 243. 

Mr. Roosevelt and "Rule of the People," 371. 

Mr. Roosevelt in Cooperation with "Practical Poli- 
tics," 243. 

Mr. Roosevelt in Relation to Suffrage, 83. 

Mr. Roosevelt's Espousal of the Direct Primary, 

Mr. Roosevelt's Position as to the Courts, 19. 

Mr. Spreckels's Resentment Against Johnsonian 
Regime, 323. 

Mr. Theodore Roosevelt, Jr., 179. 

Mr. Winston Churchill and Home Rule, 115. 

Newspaper Representatives Expelled from Tripoli, 

New Treaty with Russia, A, 67. 

No Advertising in Southern Pacific Cars, 115. 

Nobody Interested in Abraham Ruef's Statements, 

Open-Shop in Spokane, The, 291. 

Orphanage Supervision, 259. 

Permanent Auditorium, A, 99. 

Plan for Compelling Citizens to Vote, 387. 

Portugal Will Lose Her Place in the List of Re- 
publics, 371. 

Professor Wilson and the Direct Legislation Law, 

Professor Wilson's One-Track Mind, 83. 

Progress, 291. 

Promoters of Socialism, 67. 

Public Swimming Baths, 195. 

Purchase of the Spring Valley Water Company, 

Reason for Suppression of News from the "Car- 

pathia," 291. 
Reasons for Collapse of Socialistic Experiment at 

Milwaukee, 227. 
Recognition of Chinese Republic, 115. 
Reforms Resulting from "Titanic" Disaster, 291. 
Republican Primary Elections, 307. 
Resentment of Colombia, 115. 
San Diego "Prepares for Coming Exposition, 243. 
-San Francisco "Examiner" Strike, 323. 
Scholarship Standard at Annapolis, 147. 
Senator Nixon of Nevada, 387. 
Sherwood Pension Bill, 35. 
Six- Year Presidential Term, A, 339. 
Socialistic Government in Milwaukee, 83. 
That Uninteresting Savage Ishi, 243. 
"Titanic" Relief Fund, 291. 
Tveitmoe and Clancy to Be Tried in Indianapolis, 

Union Motor-Cabs, 51. 
United States District Judge Hanford of Seattle 

and Socialism, 323. 


Abduction of a Christian Child by Jews in Russia, 

Absurdities Incidental to State Control of Re- 
ligion, 372. 

Additional Relics for the Carnavalet Museum, 52. 

Adherents of the House of Stuart, 116. 

Aeroplane in the Tripoli War, The, 100. 

Agreement Between England and Germany to Re- 
duce Armaments, 308. 

Alsace-Lorraine, 372. 

Amazons of Dahomey, 4. 

Amount Raised for the Granddaughters of Charles 
Dickens, 372. 

Ancient Egyptian Medical Treatise Discovered, 84. 

Another Labouchere Story, 100. 

Antiquities Unearthed to Order, 372. 

Antonio Dalba, Who Tried to Kill the King of 
Italy, 196. 

Arabian Joan of Arc, 164. 

Are Protestants More Intolerant Than Catholics? 

"Art of Dying, The," 52. 

Battlefield at Port Arthur, 4. 

Belgium's Electoral System, 404. 

Birth and Death Statistics, 116'. 

Bismarck Sympathetic. 20. 

Browning's Ideas on Vivisection, 340. 

Buildings That Witnessed Shakespearean Produc- 
tions During Shakespeare's Life Still Stand- 
ing, 324. 

Buried Relics Found in London, 340. 

Camorra Trial, The, 20, 404. 

Canadian War of Secession, 164. 

Cancer Cure, The, 372. 

January 1 to June 30, 1912 

Captain Amundsen First to Traverse the North- 
west Passage, 196. 

Captain Amundsen Too Modest, 356. 

Captain Amundsen to Sail from San Francisco for 
the North Pole, 3S8. 

Captain Scott Supposed to Have Reached South 
Pole, 420. 

Career of Fromentin, 356. 

Cause for Defeat of English Suffragette Bill, 260. 

Cause of Socialism, The, 420. 

Catholicism in England, 148. 

Census Returns in France, 84. 

Chair in Which Lafayette Sat, 404. 

Change in the Direction of the Japanese Current, 

Chinese Point of View of Maritime Disasters, 292. 

Chinese Ruse, A, 68. 

Christianity in Japan, 404. 

Ciphers Still in Use, 52. 

Collection of Funds for "Titanic" Survivors Pro- 
hibited in Russia, 356. 

Colonel Goethals Settles a Labor-Union Dispute at 
Panama, 132. 

Colonel Roosevelt's Letter to Mr. Frank Munsey, 

Color Sense of the Ancients Undeveloped, 228. 

Coal Strike in England, The, 180. 

Comparison Between Musical China and Musical 
Japan, 164y 

Comparison of European Armies, 388. 

Compulsory Work ir^Switzerland, 212. 

Conditions in Mexico, 164. 

Conflicting Reports of Battle Between Turks and 
Italians, 420. 

Countess^N. Tolstoy's Opinions of Mr. Roosevelt, 
404. - 

Criminal Law of America and England, 4. 

Criticism of Kipling, 228. 

D'Artagnan and the Three Musketeers Real Char- 
acters, 196. 

Decadence of the Modern Theatre, 180. 

Degraded Shows, 68. 

Descent to the Bed of the Crater of Vesuvius, 
The, 372. 

Destitution in Italy Caused by War, 356. 

Diaries of Sultan Abdul, 68. 

Dickens Story, A, 116. 

Diet, 308. 

Different Points of View in England, 260. 

Discomforts of Living in Proximity to a Volcano, 

Discord at Metz, Alsace-Lorraine, 132. 

Discovery of a Hitherto Unknown Room in the 
Palaz/o Vecchio, 84. 

Disease Not Decreasing, 148. 

Disestablishment of the Church of Wales, 356. 

Domestic Situation in China, 212. 

Dom Manuel and Dom Miguel Meet, 132. 

Drawing of Supposed Inhabitant of Mars in the- 
"Matin," 164. 

Dr. F. S. Archenholds, the Eminent German As- 
tronomer, in America, 148. 

Dr. Orville W. Owen's Discoveries, 20. 

Dr. Sun Yat Sen-^s Christianity, 388. 

Dr. Sun Yet Sen to Devote His Life to Socialism, 

Educated Chimpanzees Exhibited in London, K 

Educational Expert, The, 212. 

Education of the Assyrians, 36". 

Egypt Actually a Turkish Province, 2??. 

Egyptian Fellaheen, The, 404. 

Emile Ollivier, Minister of Napoleon III. 

Employer's Liability Law in England, 84. 

English Newspaper Description of the Starting of 
the "Titanic," 292. 

English Royal Commission upon Vivisection Issues 
Report, 212. 

English Shakespeare Memorial Fund, The, 100. 

Episcopal Church in Wales, The, 388. 

Equipment of the Arabs, 68. 

Errors in European Histories, 36. 

Estimated Cost of War Between England and Ger- 
many, 20. 

Excavations at Pompeii, 308. 

Exceptional Mental Powers Conducive to Long 
Life, 340. 

Ex-Crown Princess of Saxony and Toselli, 132. 

Exhumation of the Body of Mrs. Rossetti, 180. 

Evolution, 132. 

Facsimiles of Washington Family Monumental 
Brasses Given to National Museum, 212. 

Famine in Various Districts of Russia, 180. 

"Fawn's Afternoon" at the Chatelet Theatre in 
Paris, The, 388. 

Fear of Mummies, 68. 

Finest Love Poetry in the World, The, 356. 

Fortune Tellers at the Russian Court, 116. 

Fraudulent Antiques, 324. 

French Translation of the "Rubaiyat," 260. 

Gaekwar of Baroda's Discourtesy to the Emperor, 

George Bernard Shaw Opposed to Vaccination, 

German Emperor's Indiscretions of Speech, 260. 

German Socialists, 388. 

Government Official Titles in China to Be Dis- 
carded, 324. 

Grafting the Membrane of Egg, 52. 

Great Men of China, 52. 

Greed of Survivors of Celebrities, 308. 

Flome Rule and the Papal Decree, 36. 

Honorable Miles Staniforth Smith Defends the 
Savage Cannibals, 148. 

House of Davidson & Newman Still in Business 
in London, 292. 

Human Skeletons in the Ancient Crypt at Roth- 
well, Northamptonshire, England. 292 

Hurricanes and Blizzards in Western Europe, 84. 

Important Discoveries Made in Egypl 

Interesting Antiques Found at 1 
Dordogne, France, 340. 


Irish Flag, An, 404. . 

Is It Possible to Hear the Same Sound Twice 

Over? 100. 
Italian News Censorship Now Extended to Letters, 

Italian Occupation of Tripoli Not a New Idea, 

Japan Behind the Mexican Rebellion, 356. 
Jean Jacques Rousseau, 292. 
John Bunyan, 52. 

Jules Verne, 52. ... 

lustice as Administered in Italy and in America, 

Tustin McCarthy's Classification of Matthew Ar- 
nold, 404. 
Kubelik Will Continue to Make Money, 132. 
Lady Warwick Vists America, 196. 
Late George Grossmith, The. 180. 
Laws Regulating the Turkish Press, 3SS. 
"L'Etat C'est Moi," 372. 
Liberals in Italy, 20. 
Literary Jurisprudence in France, 4. 
Low Birth Rate in France, 404. 
Marriage by Proxy, 356. 
Martian Canals, 100. 
Maurice Maeterlinck, 388. 
Mayor Gayuor's Letter Regarding Newspapers, 

Mavor of Bethnal Green, 116. 

M. "Dussand Claims to Have Produced Light With- 
out Heat, 164. 
Mental Aversions to Particular Words, 420. 
Missionaries, 292. 

Mme. Sarah Bernhardt and the Comedie Fran- 
chise, 52. 
Modern Historical Records Association, 4. 
Moving- Picture Craze, 324. 
M. Paderewski, 356. 

Mr. Arrowsmith, the English Publisher, 68. 
Mr. Bonar Law, the New Conservative Leader in 

England, 148. 
Mr. Charles Brookfield, Dramatic Censor in Eng- 
land, Displeased, 164. 
Mr. Charles E. Brookfield's Retort, 4. 
Mr. Israel Zangwill's Play, 100. 
Mr. Tustice Riddell of Ontario Compares American 

and Canadian Court Proceedings, 148. 
Mr. Labouchere's Repartee. 116. 
Mr. M. L. Spielmann Demands That the Tomb of 

Shakespeare Be Opened, 148. 
Mr. Rudvard Kipling Writes on Home Rule, 292. 
Mrs. Chapman Cart and Dr. Aletta Jacobs to 

Aid Chinese Suffragettes, 420. 
National Jealousies, 148. 
National Temperament, 116. 
"Nearer, My God, to Thee," 372. 
"Ne Temere" Decree, 4. 

New Fact about the Battle of Waterloo, A, 420. 
New Law in England By Which a Wife Gives Evi- 
dence Against Husband, 196. 
New Religion in Japan, A, 340. 
News Expected from the South Pole, S4. 
News Topics of the Day, 292. 

No Religious Census to Be Taken in England, 260. 
Ordinary Human Being Has a Commercial Value, 

The, 132. 
Original of Sam Weller, 164. 
Origin of the "Marseillaise," 404. 
Ozone, 180. 

Paris Awards Prize to M. Louis de Robert, 4. 
Payment of Doctors, The, 260. 
"Pension Hysteria," the New Disease, 228. 
Poems by James I Discovered, 132. 
Portrait of Cervantes Discovered, A, 308. 
Prince Miguel Bevond the Sphere of Succession, 

Professor Hans Delbruck's Opinion of a Chinese 

Republic, 388. 
Public Pension Evils, 36. 
"Pure Democracies," 212. 
Queensland General Election, 340. 
Railroad to the Summit of the Jungfrau, 196. 
Religion of a Nation, 68. 

Reminiscences of the Late George Smith, 228. 
Renewed Search for Treasure of Spanish Armada, 

Right to Live, The, 36. 
Robert Louis Stevenson's Autograph, 116. 
Robert Louis Stevenson's Indifference, 52. 
Rossetti Advertising, 20. 

Royalist Revolution Imminent at Lisbon, 404. 
Russian Ideas on the Question of Nationalitv- 

Saving Effected by the Panama Canal, 68. 
Scandinavians First to Land in America, 36. 
Secret of Ancient Roman Cement, The, 260. 
Senussi Arabs Join Forces Against Italy, 228. 
Shakespeare's Religion, 372. 
Sir Edward Grey's Speech Regarding the Coal 

Strike in England, 180. 
Sir Sidney Lee's Biographical Sketch of King 

Edward, 420. 
Sir William Gilbert's Play at Harrow Rearranged, 

Some of the Manchu Reverses Explained, 100. 
Some Surgical Operations, 308. 
Spying in Germany and England, 4. 
"Stage Irishman," 20. 
Standard of Literature in America, 180. 
r.rvjtion in Russia, 324. 

of W. T. Stead, 308. 
i^dragette Question in England, 324. 
suffragettes in China, 228. 
Swedenborg, 4. 
Switzerland's Laws Relating to Married Women, 

Temporal Power" of the Pope. 292. 
Thirteen Unlucky for Home Rule, 164. 
Threats to Poison Wife and Children of British 

Premier, 164. 
Tolstoy's Sister, the Countess Maria Nikolaievna 

Tolstoy, 340. 
Translation from French to English and Vice 

Versa, 212. 
Trade Guilds in Austria, 36. 
Transmutation of Metals, 324. 
Treasure-Hunters, 324. 

Typhoid Fever in the United States, 356. 
Two Pictures by Rubens Just Found, 84. 
Uneasiness of the Czar, 260. 
United States Tilting Toward Canada, 68. 
Use of the Heat of Volcanoes, 84. 
Valuable Bibles, 52. 
Vatican Library. The, 260. 

Waning of Public Interest in Wars and the Cause, 

Tripoli, 20. 
Wars Predicted, 100. 

What Dickens Received for His Readings, 212. 
What Does It Cost to Learn to Fly? 372. 
White Hr.u<c-. Chelsea, the Home of Whistler, 228. 
Why Archbishop Ireland Failed to Receive the 

Red Hat, 84. 
Whv the English Suffragettes Have Lost Sympa- 
thy^ : . 
Why the TrS'ie in Books Varies, 4(14. 
"Who Were the Twelve Disciples?" 228. 
Window- Breaking Suffragettes, 196. 
Women's Suffrage Not Yet Granted in China, 340. 
V. orkmen's Compensation Acts, 180. 


Editorial Letter — 

Situation Reviewed a Week Before the Con- 
tention, The — A. H., 402. 
LeUf-s to the Editor — 

Jvic Centre, The — Willis Polk, 63. 
I nmtitutionalitv of the Constitution, The — 
Frank II: Short, 36. 

Law and Order — George Cosgrave, 127. . 
■m Sweden — Morgonpost, 127. 
:_ "eres*ed Reader, An — S. S. Gordon, 127. 

-Michael Mona- 

Letter from Philadelphia, A, 355. 

Moderate and Sweet Spirited Critic, A — J. H. 

Wilkinson, 127. 
Note from Mrs. Osbourne, A — Kathenne D. 

Osbourne, 67. , . 

Note from the Mill-Owners Association — K. 

B. Moore. 147. ,«-,.« 

People's National Parks, The— Gifford Pmchot, 



\bout Algeria — Charles Thomas- Stan ford, 408. 
Abroad in a Runabout — A. J. and F. H. Hand, 

Actor-Manager, The — Leonard Merrick, 268. 
Adventures in Life atf<i Letters- 

Wventures of Life, The— Wilfred T. Grenfell, 

Against Home Rule — Various British Statesmen, 

All the Children of All the People— William Haw- 
ley Smith, 184. 
Alvs-AU-Alone — Una Macdonald, 328. 
\merica of Tomorrow — Abbe Felix Klein, lo2. 
■\merican Government, The — Frederic J. Haskm, 

American People, The: A Study in National Psy- 
chology — A. Maurice Low, M. A, 121. 

American Suffragette, An — Isaac N. Stevens, 153. 

American Year Book, The — Edited by Francis G. 
Wickware, B. A, B. Sc, 105. 

Animal Life in Africa— Major J. Stevenson-Hamil- 
ton, 343. 

Anti- Suffrage — Grace Duffield Goodwin, 424. 

Arctic Prairies, The: A Canoe Journey 2000 Miles 
in Search of the Caribou — Ernest Thompson 
Seton, 8. 
A.rmy Officer on Leave in Japan, An — L. Mervin 
Maus, U. S. A., S9. 

Arran of the Bens, the Glens and the Brave — 
Mackenzie McEride, F. S. A., Scot, 121. 

Art of the Romans, The — H. B. Walters, 169. 
Arts and Crafts of Our Teutonic Forefathers, The 
— G. Baldwin Brown, M. A., 57. 

As It Was in the Beginning — Philip Yerrill 
Mighels, 409. 

Astronomv — Arthur R. Hinks, M. A, 274. 

At Good 'Old Siwash — George Fitch, 137. 

Bachelor Dinner, The — Olive M. Briggs, 424. 

Ballad of the White Horse, The — Gilbert A. Ches- 
terton, 26. 

Bandbox, The — Louis Joseph Vance, 272. 

Bargain Book, The — Charles Edward Jerningham 
(.Marmaduke) and Lewis Bettany, 25. 

Basset— S. G. Tallentyre, 41. 

Battle of Tsu-Shima — Captain Vladimir Semenholf, 

Bauble. The — Richard Barry, 57. 

Beacon, The— Eden Phillpotts, 9. 

Behind Turkish Lattices — Hester Donaldson Jen- 
kins, 57. 

Beyond the Law— Miriam ^Alexander, 271. 

Beyond War — Vernon L. Kellogg, 392. 

Big Fish, The— H. B. Marriott W ? atson, 268. 

Blind Road, The— Hugh Gordon, 392. 

Blind Who See, The — Marie Louise Van Saanen, 

Blood of the Arena, The— V. Blasco Ibanez, 41. 

Book of Khalid, The— Ameen Rihani, 232. 

Boy and His Gang, The — J. Adams Puffer, 296. 

Breaking Point, The — Fred Lewis Pattee, 270. 

Brownings, The: Their Life and Art — Lilian 
Whiting, 122. 

Bureundian, The — Marion Polk Angelotti, 268. 

Business — Charles Edward Russell, 200. 

Cable Game, The — Stanley Washburn, 273. 

California Troubadour, A — Clarence Thomas 
Urmy, 392. 

Cambridge History of English History, The — 
Edited bv A. W- Ward, Litt. D„ and A. R. 
Waller, M. A, Vol. VIII: "The Age of 
Dryden," 328. 

Cap'n Warren's Wards — Joseph C. Lincoln, 169. 

Cathedral Cities of Italv— W. W. Collins, R. L, 

Chain of Evidence, A— Carolyn Wells, 312. 

Changing Chinese, The — Edward Alsworth Ross, 

Charles Dickens as Editor: Being Letters Written 
by Him to William Henry Wills, His Sub- 
Editor — Selected and edited by R. C. 
Lehmann, 248. 

Checking the Waste — Mary Huston Gregory, 73. 

Child of the Dawn, The — Arthur Christopher Ben- 
t son, 282. 

Child's Book of Stories, A — Penrhyn W. Cous- 
sens, 232. 

Child's Tournev with Dickens. A — Kate Douglas 
Wiggin, 281. 

Chile and Her People of Todav — Nevin O. Win- 
ter, 344. 

China Year Book, 1912, The, — H. T. Montague 
Bell, B. A., and H. G. W. Woodhead, M. J. 
I., 425. 

Chink in the Armour, The — Mrs. Belloc Lowndes, 

Chosen Davs in Scotland — Josephine Helena Short, 

Christopher — Richard Prvce, 121. 

Civilization of China. The — H. A. Giles, 168. 

Civil War, The — Frederic L. Paxton, 408. 

Classic Point of View, The — Kenyon Cox, 362. 

Coming China, The — Joseph King Goodrich, 25. 

Coming Generation, The — William Bvron Forbush, 
Ph. D., Litt. D., 168. 

Common People of Ancient Rome, The — Frank 
Frost Abbott, 9. 

Criminal and the Community, The — Tames Devon, 

Criminal Responsibility and Social Restraint — Rav 
Madding McConnell, Ph. D., 392. 

Cross of Honor, The — Mary Openshaw, 217. 

Cuba and Her People of Today — Forbes Lindsay, 

Death — Maurice Maeterlinck, 200. 

Democratic England — Percy Alden, M. P., 168. 

Discords — Donald Evans, 275. 

Dominant Chord, The — Edward Kimball, 361. 

Do They Really Respect Us? — Margaret Collier 

Graham, 74. 
Dramatists of Today — Edward Everett Hale, Tr., 

Dr. Johnson and Fanny Burney: Being the John- 
sonian Passages from the Works of Mme. 

D'Arblay, 121. 
Earlv Literary Career of Robert Browning, The — 

Thomas R. Lounsbury, L. H. D., LL. D-, 89. 
Earth Features and Their Meaning — William Her- 
bert Hobbs, 344. 
Edward Fitzgerald Beale— Stephen Bonsai, 376. 
Eighteen Capitals of China — William Edgar Geil, 

Elements of Socialism — John Spargo and George 

Louis Arner, Ph. D., 409. 
Eloquence — Garrett P. Serviss, 408. 
Ember Light— Roy Rolfe Gilson, 41. 
English Literature: Modern — G. H. Mair, 312. 
Essentials of Socialism, The — Ira B. Cross, Ph. 

D., 361. 
European Years — Edited bv George Edward Wooo> 

berry, 273. 
Everyman's Religion — George Hodges. 25. 
Eve Triumphant — Translated by Alys Hallard 

from the French of Pierre de Coulevain, 

Famitv Letters of Richard Wagner — Translated by 

William Ashton Ellis, 138. 
Flowers of the North — Tames Oliver Curwood, 

For a N^ht— Emile Zola, 270. 
Forbidden Way, The — George Gibbs, 9. 

Forged Coupon, The- — Leo Tolstoy, 312. 

Forty Years of Friendship — Edited by Charlton 

YarnelL 248. 
Four Months Afoot in Spain — Harrv A. Franck, 

France and the French — Charles Dawbarn, 25. / 
Francisca Reina, and Other Poems — Amelia Wood- 
ward Truesdell, 200. 
Franz Liszt — James Huneker, 361. 
Free Will and Human Responsibilities — Herman 

Harrell Home, Ph. D., 232. 
Friar of Wittenberg — William Stearns Davis, 408. 
From School Through College — Henry Parks 

Wright, 2S2. 
From the Car Behind — Eleanor M- Ingram, 271. 
From the Lips of the Sea— Clinton Scollard, 275. 
Frontier, The — Maurice Leblanc, 425. 
Fruitful Vine, The— Robert Hichens, 9. 
Fugitives, The — Margaret Fletcher, 425. 
Fundamental Facts for the Teacher — Elmer Bur- 

ritt Bryan, LL. D., 248. 
Furniture — Esther Singleton, 41. 
Garden of Paris, A — Elizabeth Wallace, 273. 
Gates of the Past, The — Thomas Hunter Vaughan, 

Genius and Other Essays — Edmund Clarence Sted- 

man, 361. 
George the Third and Charles Fox — Right Honor- 
able Sir George Otto Trevelyan, Bart., D. 

M., 424. 
Gleam, The— Helen R. Albee, 269. 
Gleaners. The — Clara E. Laughlin, 248. 
Glory That Was Greece, The— J. C. Stobart, 269. 
God and Democracy — Frank Crane, 274. 
Gods and Mr. Perrin, The — Hugh Walpole, 89. 
Goodly Fellow, The — Rachel Capen Schauffler, 377. 
Great Empress Dowager of China, The — Philip W. 

Sergeant, B. A., 105. 
Great Gay Road, The— Tom Gallon, 296. 
Great Russian Realist, A— J. A. T. Lloyd, 360. 
Great Writers— George Edward Woodberry, 281. 
Greatest English Classic, The — Rev. Cleland B. 

McFee, D. D., 377. 
Green Vase, The— William R. Castle, Jr., 270. 
Grip of Fear, The — Maurice Level, 153. 
Guests of Hercules, The— C. N. and A. M. Wil- 
liamson, 409. 
Handbook of Health, A — Woods Hutchinson, A. 

M., M. D., 57. 
Hand in the Game, A — Gardner Hunting, 121. 
Harper's Guide to Wild Flowers — Mrs. Caroline 

A. Creevey, 296. 
Kealer, The— Robert Herrick, 41. 
Heart and Chart — Margarita Spalding Gerry, 57. 
Heart of Life, The — From the French of Pierre 

de Coulevain, 232. 
Heredity of Richard Roe, The — David Starr Jor- 
dan, 41. 
Her Husband — Julia Magruder, 25. 
Her Word of Honor — Edith Macvane, 408. 
Hidden House — Amelia Rives, 200. 
High Adventure, The— John Oxenham, 200. 
High Deeds of Finn, The — T. W. Rolleston, 89. 
Highways and Byways of the Great Lakes — Clin- 
ton Johnson, 273. 
His Rise to Power — Henry Russell Miller, 42. 
History of Our Times— G. P. Gooch, 269. 
History of the American Bar, A— Charles Warren, 

Honey-Bee — Anatole France, 328. 
Hcosier Chronicle. A — Meredith Nicholson, 344. 
Household of the Lafayettes, The — Edith Sichel, 

House of Harper, The — J. Henry Harper, 151. 
House on the Mall, The— George S. Merriam, 89. 
Human Confessions— Frank Crane, 152. 
Human Efficiency — Horatio W. Dresser, Ph. D., 
Ideal of Jesus, The — William Newton Clark, 9. 

Immigration Problem. The — Teremiah W. Jenks, 

Ph. D„ LL. D.. and W. Jett Lauck. A- M , 
Incorrigible Dukane, The — George C. Shedd, 57. 
In Desert and Wilderness — Henry k Sienkiewicz, 

Indian Lily, The — Hermann Sudermann, 121. 
Initiative, Referendum, and Recall, The — Edited 

b>- William Bennett Munro, 393. 
In the Amazon Jungles — Algot Lange, 266. 
In the Heel of Italy — Martin Shaw Briggs, 73. 
In the Shadow of Islam — Demetra Vaka (Mrs. 

Kenneth Brown), 272. 
Intimacies of Court and Society — Widow of an 

American Diplomat, 120. 
Introduction to the Literature of the New Testa- 
ment, An — James Moffatt, B. D-, D. D-, 

Inverted Torch, The — S. J. Alexander, 282. 
It and Other Stories — Gouverneur Morris, 312. 
Jacquine of the Hut — E. Gallienne Robin, 271. 
Japonette — Robert W. Chambers, 377. 
Joan of Rainbow Springs — Frances Marian 

Mitchell, 90. 
Joseph in Jeopardy — Frank Danby, 200. 
Tovous Wavfarer, The — Humfrev Jordan, 168. 

Julia France and Her Times — Gertrude Atherton, 

Knight in Denim, A- — Ramsev Benson, 312. 
Labyrinth of Life, The — E. A U. Valentine, 312. 
Lady from Oklahoma, The — Elizabeth Jordan, 152. 
Lalage's Lovers — G. A. Birmingham, 105. 
La Lyre D* Amour — Selected and annotated by 

Charles B. Lewis, L.-es.-L., 275. 
Landmarks in French Literature— G. L. Strachev, 

L'Art. Entretiens Reunis — Paul Gsell, 297. 
Laughter — Henri Bergson, 361. 
Law of the Employment of Labor, The — Lindley 

D. Clark, LL. M., 10. 
Leaflets from Italy — M. Nataline Crumpton, 362. 
Life and Love of the Insect, The — T. Henri Fabre, 

Life of Lyof N. Tolstoy, The— Nathan Haskell 

Dole. 269. 
Lifted Latch. The— George Vane, 184. 
Lighted Way, The— E. Phillips Oppenheim, 393. 
Lips of Music— Charlotte Porter. 275. 
Little Green Gate, The— Stella Callaghan, 9. 
Living Corpse. The — Leo N. Tolstoy, 344. 
Log of the "Easv Way," The — Tohn L. Mathews. 

Lonesome Land — B. M. Bower, 1 68. 
Long Green Road, The — Sarah P. McLean Greene, 

Lore of the Honev Bee, The — Tickner Edwardes, 

Lotus Lantern, The — Man' Impay Taylor and 

Martin Sabine, 58. 
Love and Ethics — Ellen Key. 184. 
Love vs. Law- — Colette Yver, 41. 
Loves of the Poets, The — Richard Le Gallienne 

Luck of Rathcoole, The — Tennie Gould Lincoln. 

Magic of Spain, The— Aubrey F. G. Bell, 312. 
Man in the Brown Derbv, The — Wells Hastings, 

Man of Todav. The — George S. Merriam, 89. 
Man Who Likes Mexico, The— Wallace Gill- 

patrick, 183. 
Man Who Understood Women, The — Leonard 

Merrick, 10. 
Man with the Black Cord, The — Augusta Groner, 

Man with the Black Feather, The — Gaston Leroux, 

Manv Celebrites and a Few Others — William H. 

Rideing, 231. 
Margaret of France, Duchess of Savoy — Winifred 

Stevens, 296. 
Maria Theresa — Mary Maxwell Moffatt, 121. 
Marriage Portion, The — H. A. Mitchell Keavs, 


Masque of the Elements, The — Herman Scheffauer. 

Master of Evolution, The— George H. MacNish, 

Matador of the Five Towns, The— Arnold Bennett, 

Mating of Anthea, The— Arabella Kenealv, 26. 
Maurice Maeterlinck— Edward Thomas, 184. 
Maurice Maeterlmck— Montrose T. Moses, 217. 
Memoirs of Theodore Thomas— Rose Fay Thomas, 

Memories of Two AVars— Frederick Funston, 136. 

Men and Things of My Time— Marquis de Castel- 
lane, 167. 

Michel de Montaigne — Edith Sichel, 344 

Mind of Primitive Man, The — Franz Boas 57. 

Modern England — Louis Cazamian, 269. 

Modern English Books of Power — George Hamlin 
Fitch, 328. 

Modern Railroad, The — Edward Hungerford, 57. 

Modern Woman's Rights Movement — Dr. Kaehle 
Schirmacher, 152. 

Money Mocn, The: — Jeffrey Farnol, 73. 

Monsieur des Lourdines — Alphonse de Cbateau- 
briant, 184. 

Moon Lady, The — Helen Huntington, 73. 

Motor Flight Through Algeria and Tunisia — Emma 
Burbank Ayer, 106. 

Mountain Girl, The — Payne Erskine, 344. 

Moving Pictures : How They Are Made and 
Worked— Frederick A Talbot, 361. 

Mr. Wycherly's W T ards — L. Allen Harker, 232. 

My Actor Husband, 328. 

My Ragpicker— Mary E. Weller, 296. 

Mystery of Marv, The — Grace Livingstone Hill 
Lutz, 152. 

Mystery of the Boule Cabinet, The — Burton E. 
Stevenson, 270. 

Mysticism — Evelyn Underbill, 25. 

Myths and Legends of California and the Old 
Southwest — Compiled and edited by Katha- 
rine Berry Judson, 377. 

Myths and Legends of the Celtic Race — T. W. 
Rolleston, 137. 

Nameless Thing, The — Melville Davisson Post, 392. 

Nature Sketches in Temperate America — Joseph 
Lane Hancock, 184. 

New Conscience and an Ancient Evil, A — Jane 
Addams, 328. 

New Democracv. The— Walter E. Wevl, Ph. D., 

New Schaff-Herzog Encyclopedia of Religious 
Knowledge — Edited bv Samuel Macauley 
Jackson, D. D., LL. D., Vol. X: Reusch— 
Son of God, 232. 

Nietzsche — Paul Elmer More, 168. 

Oliver's Kind Women — Philip Gibbs, 312. 

One and the Other. The — Hewes Lancaster, A2A. 

One of Us — Ezra Brudno, 296. 

Origin of the English Constitution, The — George 
Burton Adams, 392. 

Our Magic — Nevil Maskelvne and David Devant. 

Outdoor Philosophy — Stanton Davis Kirkham, 121. 

Out of Russia — Crittenden Marriott, 121. 

Overture, The — Jefferson Butler Fletcher, 296. 

Panama: The Canal, the Countrv, and the People 
—Albert Edwards, 72. 

Paradise Farm — Katharine Tynan, 272. 

Pay-Day — C. Hanford Henderson, 248. 

Peer's Progress, The — J. Storer Clouston, 377. 

Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts, The — Helen 
W. Henderson, 74. 

Peter Ruff and the Double Four — E. Phillips Op- 
penheim, 152. 

Pilgrim's Way from Winchester to Canterbury, 
The — Julia Cartwright, 273. 

Pipesmoke Carry, The — Bert Leston Taylor, 392. 

Plain Towns of Italv — Egerton R. Williams, Jr., 

Plant Life and Evolution— Douglas Houghton 
Campbell, 73. 

Play- Making — William Archer. 424. 

Plays by August Strindberg — Translated by Edwin 
Bjorkman, 377. 

Poems and Dramas — George Cabot Lodge, 296. 

Poems of Francis Orrav Ticknor — Edited bv 
Michelle Cutliff Ticknor, 152. 

Poems of Revolt and Satan Unbound — G. Con- 
stant Lounsbery, 275. 

Poems of the South and Other Verse — Colonel 
William Lightfoot Visscher, 275. 

Polly of the Hospital Staff — Emma C. Dowd. 424. 

Position of Peggy, The — Leonard Merrick, 217. 

Power of Tolerance, The — George Harvey, 105. 

Practical Book of Oriental Rugs, The — Griffin 
Lewis, 377. 

Problem of Freedom, The — Professor George H. 
Palmer, 9. 

Promised Land, The: The Autobiography of a Rus- 
sian Emigrant — Man,- Antin, 407. 

Psvchical Research — W. F." Barrett, F. R. S., 153. 

Range Riders. The — Charles Alden Seltzer, 271. 

Rational Banking Svstem. A — H. M. P. Eckhardt. 

Rational Living — Henry Churchill King, 344. 

Ravton: A Backwoods Mvsterv — Theodore Good- 
ridge Roberts. 248. 

Recollections of a Court Painter— H. Jones Thad- 
deus, 327. 

Record of an Adventurous Life. The — H. M. 
Hvndman, 217. 

Red Eve^H. Rider Haggard, 296. 

Reform of Legal Procedure, The — Moorfield 
Storey, 89. 

Relentless Current, The — M. E. Charlesworth. 

Religion Worth Having, The — Thomas Nixon 
Carver, 121. 

Researches on the Evolution of the Stellar Sys- 
tems : The Capture Theorv of Cosmical 
Evolution— T. T. T. See, A. M., Lt. M., Sc. 
M., Ph. D„ 232. 

Retrospect of Forty Years: 1825-1865, A— Wil- 
liam Allen Butler, 88. 

Return of Pierre, The — Donal Hamilton Haines, J 

Return to Nature — Adolph Just, 408. 

Riders of the Purple Sage — Zane Grey. 137. 

Romantic Story of the Mayflower Pilgrims — Albert 1 
Christopher Addison, 122. 

Rout of the Foreigner, The — GuUelma Zollinger, * 

Rugged Way, The — Harold Morton Kramer, 138. 

Sable Lorcha, The— Horace Hazeltine, 152. 

Sailor Who Has Sailed, The — Benjamin R. C. 
Low, 153. 

Saintsburv Affair. The — Roman Doubledav, 16S. 

School, The— J. J. Findlay, M. A.. Ph. D.. 274. 

Scientific Features of Modern Medicine — Frederic 
S. Lee, Ph. D.. 169. 

Scientific Mental Healing — H. Addington Eruce. 9. 

Searchlights on Some American Industries — 
James C. Mills, .9. 

Search Party, The — George A. Birmingham, 184. 

Secret Garden. The — Frances Hodgson Burnett, 

Secret Service — Cvrus Townsend Brady, 121. 

Sekhet— Irene Miller, 312. 

Shape of the World, The— Evelvn St. Leger, 168. 

Short Historv of the United States Navy. A—Cap- 
tain George R. Clark. U. S. N-: Professor 
William O. Stevens, Ph. D.; Instructor Car- 
roll S. Alden, Ph. D., and Instructor Her- 
man F. Krafft. LL. B„ \3f- „ , _ 

Siege of Charleston, The— General Samuel Jones, 

Singer of'the Kootenav— Robert E. Knowles, 296. 

Social Customs— Florence Howe Hall, 121. 

Social Evolution and Political Theory-— Leonard 

T. Hobhouse, 361. 
Socialism and Character-Vida D Scudder 200. 
Socialism and the Ethics of Jesus— Henry C. Ved- 

der, 105. 


Some Chemical Problems of Today — Robert Ken- 
nedy Duncan, 41. 

Something Else: — J. Breckenridge Ellis, 73. 

Soul of the Far East, The— Percival Lowell, 122. 

Sound and Its Relation to Music — Charles G. 
Hamilton, 281. 

Spanish Gold— G. A. Birmingham, 73. 

Statesman's Year Book for 1912, The — Edited by 
J Scott Keltie, LL. D., 409. 

Story of Bayard, The— Retold by Christopher 
Lane, 57. 

Stranger at the Gate, The — John G. Neibardt, 424. 

Studies: Military and Diplomatic, 1775-1865 — 
Charles Francis Adams, 3 12. 

Suggestion and Psychotherapy — George \V. Jacoby, 
M. D., 378. 

Superstition Called Socialism, The — G. W. de Tun- 
zelmann, B. Sc, 89. 

Surgeon's Log, The — J. Johnston Abraham, 216. 

Talk of the Town — Mrs. John Lane, 232. 

Xante — Anne Douglas Sedgwick, 137. 

Tennyson and His Friends — Edited by Hallem, 
Lord Tennyson, 104. 

"The Bees"— M. Ellen Thonger, 344. 

Third Miss Wenderley, The — Mabel Barnes- 
Grundy, 25. 

Thread of Life, The— H. R. H. Eulalia, Infanta 
of Spain, 248. 

Through the Postern Gate — Florence L. Barclay, 

Tcby — Credo Harris, 392. 

Toll Bar, The — J. E. Buckrose, 200. 

Tolstoy — Romain Rolland, 41. 

Tom Brown's School Days — An Old Boy (Thomas 
Hughes), 57. 

Touch of Fantasy, A — Arthur H. Adams, 57. 

Touchstone of Fortune, The — Charles Major, 392. 

Travelers Five Along Life's Highway — Annie Fel- 
lows Johnston, 268. 

Trevor Case, The — Natalie Summer Lincoln, 270. 

Tripoli the Mysterious — Mabel Loomis Todd, 423. 

True Daniel Webster, The — Sydney George Fisher, 
Litt D„ LL. D., 56. 

Unclothed — Daniel Carson Goodman, 344. 

Unconscious Memory — Samuel Butler, 58. 

Under Western Eyes — Joseph Conrad, 272. 

Undiscovered Russia — Stephen Graham, 5. 

Universities of the World — Charles F. Thwing, 73. 

Unknown Woman, The — Anne Warwick, 393. 

Vagabond Journeys: The Human Comedy at Home 
and Abroad — Percival Pollard, 265. 

Venice and Venetia — Edward Hutton, 344. 

Vicar of the Marches, The — Clinton Scollard, 89. 

Vigilante Days and Wavs — Nathaniel Pitt Lang- 
ford, 313. 

Vistas of New York — Brander Matthews, 408. 

Wagner Stories, The — Filson Young, 232. 

Way of an Eagle, The— E. M. Dell, 105. 

Wayward Feet — A. R. Goring-Thomas, 296. 

Western Gate, The — Patrick H. W. Ross, 89. 

When No Man Pursueth — Mrs. Belloc Lowndes, 

Who's Who in America, 1912-1913, Vol. VII— 
Edited by Albert Nelson Marquis, 408. 

Why Should We Change Our Form of Govern- 
ment? — Nicholas Murray Butler, 424. 

Why We May Believe in Life After Death — 
Charles Edward Jefferson, 138. 

Wilderness of the Upper Yukon, The — Charles 
Sheldon, 199. 

Wings of Desire, The— M. P. Willcocks, 377. 

Wit and Humor of Colonial Davs, The — Carl Hol- 
liday, 281. 

Woman from Wolverton, The — Isabel Gordon Cur- 
tis, 168. 

Woman's Part in Government- — William H. Allen, 

Woman's Tour Around the World in a Motor- 
Car, A — Harriet White Fisher, 57. 

Wonders of the Colorado Desert — George Whar- 
ton James, 217. 

Works of Henrik Ibsen, The — Edited bv Willian, 
Archer, 281, 295. 

Wrong Woman, The— Charles D. Stewart, 73. 

Yellow Fever and Its Prevention — Sir Rupert W. 
Boyce, M. B., F. R. S., 73. 

Yoke of Silence, The — Amy McLaren, 271. 

Yosemite, The — John Muir, 391. 

Briefer Reviews, 9, 25, 41. 57, 73, 89, 105, 121, 
137, 152, 168, 184, 200, 217, 232, 249, 282, 
296, 312, 328, 344, 361, 377, 393, 409, 425. 


Artist's Skeleton, An — Translated from the French 

of Eugene Moulton, 375. 
Barbaro's Baby — Charles Fleming Embree, 230. 
Circle of Green Eyes, The — Dan Curtis, 294. 
Closed Door, The — Harry Cowell, 358. 
Comrades in Misfortunes — Harry Cowell, 262. 
Gainful Occupation, A — W. Edson Smith, 326. 
1827 Tamerlane, The— T. D. Pendleton, 390. 
Experiment in Psychology, An — Harry Cowell, 

Field of Honor, The — Translated from the 

French of Pierre Decourcelle, 343. 
Firing of Vengeance, The — M. B. Levick, 70. 
Fourth Finger, The — Clarissa Dixon, 422. 
Harem Coquette, A — Translated from A. Delpit, 

In the Summer-House — Beatrice Heron-Maxwell, 

Jerry Donovan — James Bashford, 406. 
Ledgers of Desire, The — M. B. Levick, 118. 
Long Road, The— T. D. Pendleton Cummins, 246. 
Magdalen, A, 86. 
Mary Harris (Colored), Boston — Anne Partlan, 

Mulligan's Fight — Ida Alexander, 311. 
My Soldier of Fortune — W. Townend, 183. 
Partners, The — Harrv Cowell, 6. 
Poison of Asps, The — Harry Cowell, 150. 
Sister of Sherlock, A — Laura Bell Everett, 198. 
Story of a Voice, The — Billee Glynn, 214. 
Three Merry Artists — From the French of Guy dc 

Maupassant, KS6. 
Wives of Barak Hageb, The — From the Hungarian 

of Maurus Jokai, 134. 
Woman Who Sang, The — Andrew Edward 

Watrous, 23. 


Aldrich, Thomas Bailey — Unguarded Gates, 359. 

Allingham. William — The Fairies, 404. 

Anon — Off Crozon, 135. 

Anon — Swords of Grant and Lee, The, 340. 

Arnold, Edwin — To a Pair of Egyptian Slippers, 

292. vv 

Arnold, Matthew — 

From the Hymn of Empedocles, 116. 

Philomela, 116. 

Shakespeare, 116. 
All M tin ' Mary— The Gods of the Saxon, 20. 
n? 1 , nt >' ne - James— Castles in the Air, 404. 
Blake. William— The Tiger, 4. 
Buchanan, Robert— The Green Gnome, 68. 

Bunner, H. C. — Triumph, 52. 

Cranch, Christopher Pearse — Under the Skylight, 

Crawford, Francis Marion — New National Hymn, 

Dorr, Julia C. R. — Death-Song of the Hemlock, 

rhe. 20. 
Gosse, Edmund W. — Desiderium, 308. 
Guiney, Louise I.— Brother Bartholomew, 148. 
Guiterman, Arthur — Quivira, 212. 
Harefoot, H. A.— My Cavalier— A. D. 1662, 135. 
Hemans, Felicia Dorothea — The Treasures of the 

Deep, 260. 
Henniker, Florence — Affinity, 308, 
Hood, Thomas — The Lady's Dream, 388. 
Lovelace, Richard— To Althea from Prison, 4. 
Lowell, James Russell — George Washington, 100. 
Mitchell, S. Weir— Hcrndon, 260. 
Money-Coutts, F. B. — Maxima Reverentia, 180, 
Moore, Thomas — As Slow Our Ship, 4. 
Preston, Margaret J.— The Royal Abbess, 148. 
Realf, Richard— An Old Man's Idyl, 52. 
Scott, Walter— Allan-a-Dale, 4. 
Stedman, Edmund Clarence — Hebe, 164. 
Thackeray, W. M. — Fairy Days, 404. 
Thornbury, Walter — The Jacobite on Tower Hill, 

Tourgee, Albion W.— Daniel Periton's Rise, 228. 
Whittier, John Greenleaf — The Brown Dwarf of 

Rugen, 372. 


Aldrich, Thomas Bailey — Sleep, 90. 
Anon — Dream Pedlery, 90. 
Anon — Where My Treasure Is, 196. 
Collins, Mortimer — The First of April, 196. 
Driscoll, Fanny — Sleep, 90. 
Holden, John Jarvis — My Lady Anemone, 196. 
Learned, Walter— The Prime of Life, 196. 
Marston, Philip Bourke — A Dream, 90. 
Martin, Ada Louise — Rondeau, 90. 
Moulton, Louise C. — A Dream, 90. 
Pease, Warren— My Wish, 196. 
Phelps, C. E. D.— Iris, 196. 

Phelps, Elizabeth Stuart — Last Night I Saw an 
Armed Band, 90. 


Anon — Ode to Discord, 394. 

Anon — Pace Implora, 122. 

Anon — The Old Trapper Speaks, 139. 

Anon — The Painted Desert, 122. 

Bangs, John Kendrick — The Deeper Note, 170. 

Barrett, Wilton Agnew — For Sappho, 30. 

Barss, Edmund — Discontent, 202. 

Berkeley, May — A Song, 202. 

Binvon, Laurence — History, 298. 

Blanden, C. G.— 

At Keswick, 106. 
At Olympia, 42. 
Doonside, 314. 

Borrowe, Hallett Alsop — Money, 74. 

Bouve, Pauline Carrington — Dickens, 122. 

Braley, Berton — Journey's End, 10. 

Bull, C. W. — In the Protestant Cemetery at Rome, 

Burton, Richard — Guarded, 30. 

Byrne, Donn — The Piper, 84. 

Carter, John — The Poet from His Garret, 234. 

Chapin, Anna Alice — The Spirit of the Sea, 362. 

Chapman, Arthur — The Plainsman, 10. 

Clark, Martha Haskell — Fortune's Song, 218. 

Corey, Alice — A Little Town on Cape Cod, 202. 

Crockett, Ingram— Blackbirds, 218. 

Custance, Olive (Lady Alfred Douglas) — Pea- 
cocks, 42. 

Dalton, Morav — Sir Pedivere, 63. 

Davles, William H. — Davs Too Short, 202. 

Dwight, H. G.— Tscbaikovsky, 139. 

Folsom, Florens — Companion to the Owls, 367. 

Forbes, Reginald Dunderdale — The Song of Jethro 
the Potter, 394. 

Friedlander, V. H.— The Turn of the Years, 298. 

Galsworthy, John — Love, 106. 

Garrison, Theodosia — Mothers of Men, 74. 

Going, Maud — The Song of the South Wind, 186. 

Goodell, Thomas D.— To Build the Temple, 298. 

Hazard, Cora Lapham — Old Time, the Thief, 30. 

Heaton, Rose Henniker — Sonnet, 106. 

Holley, Horace — Holiday, 346. 

Irving, Minna — Snow in Sleepy Hollow, 63. 

Ives, Alice E. — The Earth Masque, 250. 

Jenks, Tudor — The Portrait and the Artist, 154. 

Jourdain, Miss M.— The Light Heart, 42. 

Keen, Edwin H. — The Foster-Mother, 84. 

Le Gallienne. Richard— An Invitation, 314. 

Lindsay, Nicholas Vachel — The Knight in Dis- 
guise, 367. 

Long, Lily A.— The Yellow Bowl, 314. 

Lounsbery, Constant — The Beggars, 154. 

Lovejoy, George Newell — Sequence, 139. 

Lyons, Clara Odell — Terpsichore, 378. 

Lysaght, Sidney Royse — First Pathways, 234. 

Macdonald, William — Requies, 170. 

Masefield, John — Sea Fever, 250. 

Masterson, Kate — The Easter Parade, 234. 

McKeeban, Irene P. — The Road-Song of the Race, 

McQueen, Anne — The Surgeon, 106. 

Monahan, Michael — Recompense, 74. 

Multani — Ballads from the Punjabi, 37. 

Norton, Grace Fallow — The Penitent, 154. 

O'Neill, Moira — Cutting Rushes, 186. 

Peabody, Josephine Preston — Gladness, 330. 

Pease, Mania— In the Cloth-Mill, 42. 

Porter, Charlotte — Inland, 186. 

Pcrter. Ethel Hallet — Spring Song, 250. 

Richberg, Donald R. — Infinity, 378. 

Sauter, Lillian — The Aviator, 10. 

Schauffler, Robert Haven — A Venetian Pastorale 
by Giorgione, 298. 

Smack, Cyril A. — The Doer of Things, 170. 
Stringer, Arthur — "Wimmen," 202. 
Sullivan, Alan — The Call, 378. 
Teasdale, Sara — Paris in Spring, 234. 
Thomas, Edith M. — The Burnt Field, 314. 
Untermeyer, Louis — Music, 330. 
I'rmy, Clarence T. — 

A California Psalm, 426. 
A Rhyme Rose, 426. 
California Skies, 426. 
In a Mission Garden, 426. 
In a Pergola, 426. 
Mountain Haze, 426. 
Watson, William — Ireland's Eye. 10. 
Watson's Poem to Dickens, 153. 
Wattles, Willard A.— Which? 154. 
Wheelock, John Hale — Memories of the City, 202. 
Wightman, Richard — My Body and I, 10. 
Wilcox, Ella Wheeler— Threefold, 84. 
Wilkinson, Florence — The Path We Never Took, 

Woods, William Hervev — The Song of the Grass, 


Phelps, Josephine Hart — 

Again "The Spring Maid," 346. 
"Alma, Where Do You Live?" 91. 
A Round-Up of Plays, 75. 
A Winsome Stage Rebecca, 139. 

"Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm." 
Blanche Bates in Comedy, 299. 

"Nobody's Widow." 
"Chautccler" and Maude Adams, 330. 
Clay M. Greene, Dramatist, 187. 
Cohan's Comedy of Business. 59. 
Elsie Jam's, "Slim Princess," 203. 
Helen Ware in "The Price," 410. 
"Little Miss Fix-It," 283. 
Lulu Glaser's Musical Comedy, 171. 

"Miss Dudelsack." 
"Madame Sherry" Once More, 107. 
Miss Crosman's New Comedv, 379. 

"The Real Thing." 
Mr. Faversham's "Faun," 250. 
Puccini's Italian- American Opera, 43. 
Robert Mantell's "Hamlet," 123. 
"The Fortune Hunter" Again, 11. 
"The Pink Ladv," 234. 
"The Red Rose," 27. 

Shoals, George L. — 

An Optimist at the Orpheum, 427. 
An Orpheum Star, 43. 

Cecelia Loftus. 
Applause at the Orpheum, 315. 
Book Plays and Stage Life, 395. 

Mr. Hadley's Symphony, 91. 
Orpheum Comedy and Song, 346. 
The Serious in Vaudeville, 219. 

Two Tabloid Plays, 107. 

Vaudeville Art and Effort, 154. 


Flaneur — 

At the Howells Birthday Dinner, 165. 
Crocker Collection, The, 21. 
Gatti-Casazza's Good Management, 261. 
Lambs at a Profitable Play, The, 359. 
Lotos Club Dinner to Harmon, 37. 
Manhattan Cabaret Shows, 5. 
Miss Anglin in a New Jones Play, 87. 
Mme. Simone's American Visit, 213. 
Mrs. Fiske as a Languishing Lily, 155. 
New Y"ork Sees Berlin Pantomime, 55. 
New York Waiters Disdain Tips, 375. 
New York's Wet Easter Sunday, 245. 
Royalty in Manhattan, 71. 
Three-Mile March of Suffragists, A, 325. 
Vaudeville Values and Voices, 135. 
Weber-Fields Restoration, The, 103. 

Piccadilly — 

Grand Opera in London, 85. 

Shelley, Henry C. — 

Bernstein Tries Again, 1 19. 

Dancing Back the Clock, 421. 

Dickens and Others, 39. 

Dickens Week, 133. 

Exit the Durand, 53. 

Fatalities in Fleet Street, 373. 

Feast of Flowers, A, 389. 

In Covent Garden, 181. 

"Jewels of the Madonna, The," 405. 

London Book News, 263. 

London's New Museum, 245. 

May Day in London, 341. 

Moliere on the Paris Stage, 215. 

New Immortal in Paris, A, 197. 

New Pictures at the Tate, 7. 

Nicht \\"i Burns, A, 101. 

Paris in London, 350. 

Pinero's New Play, 149. 

Return of the "Boater," The, 325. 

"Rubbish" in Westminster Abbey, 69. 

Sarah's Latest Role, 293. 

Shakespeare Festival, The, 309. 

Stones and Coal, 197. 

"The Miracle," 23. 

Three-Million-Dollar Sale, A, 421. 

To Censor Plays or Not, 170. 

Village Play, A, 117. 


Active Theatre, An, 319. 

Adelina Patti's Second Visit — Josephine Hart 

Phelps, 363. 
Adonais and Caesar — Simon Creel, 333. 
"A Grain of Dust" on the Stage, 27. 
American Prize Opera, An, 202. 
American Thoroughbreds Passing, 7. 
Arnold Daly Says Bernard Shaw Is an Egotist, 1* 
At the Kaiser's Opera, 143. 
Back to the American Revolution, 229. 
Bald-Head Question, The — Bill Nye, 173. 
Barrie's Forgotten Play, 11. 
Belasco on Dramatic Criticism, 219. 
Birth of Virginia City, The, 313. 
Bloodhound's Recollection, A — Bill Nye, 141. 
Boston's Toy Theatre, 58. 
Broadway Season, The, 251. 
"California's Way," 5. 
Celebration of Bunker Hill Day, 398. 
Charles Kenyon's "Kindling" — Josephine Hart 

Phelps, 411. 
Chesterton and the Wider Choice, 119. 
Christmas Eve Open-Air Concert, 14. 
Cold in the Head, A, 93. 
Colorado Cliff Dwellings, 23. 
Columbia Speaker, The, 189. 
De Leon's New Musical Comedy, 139. 
Driving Away Theatre Patronage, 27. 
Early Publishing Methods, 185. 
Ethel Barrymore an Orpheum Circuit Star, 410. 
First Oil Paintings, The, 23. 
For Practical Playwrights, 47. 
For Shakespeare in London, 394. 
Four' Literary Letters, 249. 
Foyer and Box-Office Chat. 15, 31, 47. 63, 75, 95, 

111, 127, 143, 15S, 175, 187, 203, 219, 235, 

251, 283, 299, 315, 331, 347, 363, 379, 395, 

411, 427. 
Greek Drama That Is Not Greek, 106. 
Gold and Silver Mining, 39. 
Good Sport in "Officer 666," 171. 
Gordon Craig's Art — Llovd Edwards, 267. 
Gossip of Books and Authors, 10, 26, 42, 58, 74, 90, 

106, 122, 138, 153, 169. 185, 201, 233, 297, 

312, 329, 345, 378, 393, 409, 425. 
Hammer stein Educating London, 63. 
Harp That Once, The, 414. 
Henry Labouchere, 55. 
Individualities. 5. 21, 37, 53, 69, 85, 101, 117, 133. 

149, 165, 181, 198, 213. 229. 244, 261, 295. 

309, 324, 341, 357, 373. 389, 40S, 420. 

I< Never Turned Down, 29. 

Jessie Busley in Vaudeville, 415. 

Judgment of Plays, 91. 

Lehar and His Critics, 123. 

Less of the Theatrical Triangle, 331. 

Literature and Journalism, 71. 

"'Little Women" for the Stage, 59. 

London Literary Lion, A, 233. 

Mabel Gilman Corey's Book, 76. 

Mardi Gras Ball, 94. 

Mark Twain and Augustine Birrell, 205. 

Mastt-rs of the Horse, 215. 

Memorial Meetings in Honor of Isidor and Ida 

Straus, The, 340. 
Memories of a Patti First Night — Josephine Hart 

Phelps, 314. 
Mercurial, Companionable, Fickle Fox-Terrier, 

The, 61. 
Metropolitan Opera House Orchestra, The, 107. 
Modern Opera and Tetrazzini, 79. 
Movements and Whereabouts, 15, 30, 46, 62, 78, 94, 

110, 126, 142, 158, 174, 190, 206, 222. 238, 

254, 286, 302, 318, 334, 350, 366, 382, 398, 

414. 430. 
Necrology — 1911, 260. 
New Books Received, 10, 26, 42, 58, 74, 90, 106, 

122, 138, 154, 169, 185, 201, 217, 233. 249, 

281. 297, 313, 329, 345, 362, 378. 393, 409, 

New Orchestral Organ, A, 431. 
New York Craze for Building Theatres, The, 235. 
New York's "Little Theatre," 186. 
No New Theatre, 11. 
Notes and Gossip, 14, 30, 46, 62, 78, 94, 110, 126, 

142, 158, 174, 190, 206, 222, 238, 254, 286. 

302, 31S, 334, 350, 366, 382, 398, 414, 43v 
"Oliver Twist" Revived, 154. 

On Beginning an Essay, 298. 

On the First "Robin Hood," 303. 

Passing of a Scholar, The— B. J. S. Cahill, 426. 

Passing of Martin's, Formerlv Delmonico's, 351. 

Pictures by C. R. Peters, 142. 

Pilgrimage to Vailima, 314. 

Pittsburgh a Paris in Art, 366. 

Practical Poet, A, 30. 

Programme at Miss Hamlin's School, 335. 

Promising Young Tenor, A, 367. 

Property in Ideas. 347. 

Public and the Novel, The, 345. 

Puccini's New Opera, 347. 

Rare Stevenson Books on View, 169. 

Recall Challenged, The— John Curry, 311. 

"Robin Hood" Revised and Sung, 331. 

Royal English Barge, The, 431. 

Royalties for Composers, 159. 

Sabotage in a Play, 331. 

Secret of the Pacific, The, 329. 

Secrets of Hotel Men, 45. 

Selling a Story, 90. 

Shakespeare as an Actor, 171. 

Shifting Standards of Theatrical Criticism, 363. 

Sinister Montmartre and Its Sirens, 87. 

Some Alkaline German Plavs, 235. 

Storyettes, 13, 29, 45, 61, 77, 93, 109, 125, 141, 
157, 173, 189, 205, 221, 237, 253, 285, 301, 
317, 333, 349, 365, 381, 397, 413, 429. 

Stranger in New York, A, 30. 

The Alleged Humorists, 16, 32, 48, 64, 80, 96, 
112, 128, 144, 160, 176, 192, 208, 224, 240, 
256, 288, 304, 320, 336, 352, 368, 3S4, 400, 
416, 432. 

The City in General, 191, 207, 233, 239, 255, 287, 

303, 319, 335, 351, 367, 383, 399, 415, 431. 
The Merry Muse, 13, 29, 4S, 64, 80, 96, 112, 128, 

144, 160, 176, 192, 208, 224, 240, 256, 288. 

304, 320, 336, 352, 368, 384, 400, 413, 429. 
This and That, Theatrical — Josephine Hart Phelps, 


Tobacco and Missionaries — Bill Nye, 157. 

Triangle of 1999, The, 123. 

Use of Pen Names Dving Out, 201. 

Vanity Fair, 12, 28, 44. 60, 76, 92, 108, 124, 140, 
156, 172, 188, 204, 220, 236, 252, 284, 300, 
316, 332, 348, 364, 380, 396, 412, 428. 

Votes for Congressman Bloop, 221. 

Wines of Old Rome, 390. 

Wonderful Emma Calve, The, 155. 


Admiral Evans, 21. 
Bernard D. Murphy, 15. 

Alexander-Detrick, 238. 
l'abcock-Winslow, 254. 
Boxwell-Clampett, 286. 
Brown-Stoney, 14. 
Eulkeley-Collins, 382. 
Casey-Shields, 110. 
Cowdin-Hookins, 382. 
Dean-Postlewaite, 222. 
Duff-Heppenheimer, 174. 
Duncan-Josselyn, 14. 
Erskine-Holland, 350. 
Fennimore-Gardner, 14. 
Fish-Amsinck, 398. 
French-Leland, 366. 
Green-Foster, 174. 
Grau-Keyston, 382. 
Hodson-Jones, 302. 
Hopkins-Schultz, 398. 
fadwin-Yan Bergen, 382. 
JetTress-Pratt. 14. 
Johnson-Bowles, 366. 
Johnson-Marvin, 382. 
Junes-Brewer, 206. 
Killinger-Craig, 158. 
Kimball-Eaton, 206. 
Le Breton-Persons, 222. 
Leslie-Ide. 398. 
Lyman-Wilson, 302. 
Martin-Jansen, 414. 
McNab-Wickersham, 430. 
Minetti-de Fremery, 350. 
Moore-Martin, 158. 
Newhall-Peers, 414. 
Radcliff-Williams, 414. 
Rector-Brigham, 366. 
Schilling-Hamilton, 126. 
Schuman-Sullivan, 302. 
Scott-Piefson, 14. 
Smart-Parker, 350. 
Stoneburn-Erb, 430. 
S\mim*s-i»>eriekt.-. 78. 
Symmes-Whittle, 222. 
Van Dyke- Moulton, 30. 
Van Sickien-Harrold, 174. 
Yon Schrader-Everett, 430. 
Woods-Newball, 334. 
Whitman-Crocker, 430. 
Wollman-Lowe. 430. 
Yerington-IIamitton, 430. 

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EDITORIAL: The Pert Mr. Shuster— The La Follette Snub 
in Ohio — The Peace Banquet — The Indicted Labor Lead- 
ers — The Passing of the Muckraker — The German Elec- 
tions — Roosevelt and Harriman — An Apology — Editorial 
Notes 1-3 

THE COSMOPOLITAN. By Sidney G. P. Coryn 4 

OLD FAVORITES: "The Tiger," by William Blake; "To 
Althea from Prison," by Richard Lovelace; "As Slow 
Our Ship," by Thomas Moore; "AIlan-a-Dale,"' Dy Sir 
Walter Scott .' 4 

the Broadway Diversions Attributed to San Francisco 
Sources 5 


INDIVIDUALITIES: Notes about Prominent People AU over 

the World 5 

THE PARTNERS: When Doty, Junior, Came Into His Own. 

By Harry Cowcll 6 

NEW PICTURES AT THE TATE: London's First Collec- 
tion of Pre-Raphaelite Canvases. By Henry C. Shelley. . 7 


Horse-Breeding Industry 7 

Seton Describes a Voyage to the Region North of Ayl- 
mer Lake 8 

THE LATEST BOOKS: Critical Notes— Briefer Reviews- 
Gossip of Books and Authors — New Books Received 9-10 

CURRENT VERSE: "The Plainsman," by Arthur Chapman; 
"Ireland's Eye," by William Watson; "Journey's End," 
by Berton Braley; "The Aviator," by Lillian Sauter; 
"My Body and I," by Richard Wightman 10 

DRAMA: The Fortune Hunter Again. By Josephine Flart 

Phelps 11 

VANITY FAIR: How to Acquire a Family Tree— Mrs. Dor- 
sey's Qualifications for Efficient Aid — Descendants of 
Royalty and of Helen of Troy — Sea-Going Golf — Uni- 
forms for Clergymen, Lawyers, and Doctors — Costumes 
from Humming-Birds — Masculine and Feminine Dress- 
makers in Contrast — Poverty of Royal Children 12 

STORYETTES: Grave and Gay, Epigrammatic and Otherwise 13 


FOYER AND BOX-OFFICE CHAT:.. Next Week's Theatrical 

Attractions and Promises .- 14 

PERSONAL: Notes and Gossip — Movements and Where- 
abouts 14-15 

THE ALLEGED HUMORISTS: Paragraphs Ground Out by 

the Dismal Wits of the Day 16 

The Pert Mr. Shuster. 
Even before Mr. Morgan Shuster began to "make 
copy" at the Teheran end of the "longest leased wire 
in the world" we had begun to suspect that in his own 
person the young man was something of a firebrand — 
in other words, a man with a propensity for breeding 
trouble in whatever atmosphere he happens to be in. 
Mr. Shuster's contributions to Mr. Hearst's journalism 
have reinforced this impression. Indeed the mere fact 
that a man in his position should accept a commission 
to prepare "stuff" for a yellow newspaper syndicate 
was sufficient evidence of his want of a proper sense 
of the proprieties and dignities of his place. Now we 
have from the Philippine Islands interesting confirma- 
tion of these impressions and surmises. Mr. Shuster, it 
appears, while a man of some professional cleverness, is 
nevertheless a man of extremely narrow mind, intensely 

opinionated and intensely vain. He belongs to the 
breed of extreme and overwrought personalism which 
had its inning in governmental affairs for a consider- 
able period prior to two years ago. In Mr. Shuster's 
vision Mr. Shuster is always the most conspicuous 
figure in every picture. Of course a man of this type, 
not yet ripe at the point of years, is sure to kick up a 
row wherever he may be placed. Mr. Shuster kicked 
up rows of various kinds in the Philippines; and it is 
said that no American ever left the islands with 
greater satisfaction to his official associates. It is even 
hinted that Mr. Shuster was recommended to the Per- 
sians because Persia was the most remote point from 
home at which it was possible to place him. This suppo- 
sition recalls a letter by the late Frank Pixley asking 
the President to appoint a certain pioneer California 
politician to the diplomatic service. "I shall be greatly 
pleased, Mr. President," wrote Mr. Pixley, "if you can 

give Colonel a foreign mission — the foreigner 

the better." 

The La Follette Snub in Ohio. 

The failure of Senator La Follette to secure personal 
endorsement at the hands of assembled and organized 
"progressivism" in Ohio is significant. It may mean, 
as the newsmongers would have us believe, that the 
deft hand of Mr. Roosevelt so shaped the course of 
the assembly as to save the situation for himself. It 
surely means that progressivism, in the minds of some 
of its adherents at least, has various strings to its bow. 
Mr. Pinchot, whose vanities have more than once in 
recent months exposed the magnitude of his ambitions, 
most certainly had his private reasons for opposing the 
endorsement of La Follette. The same may be said of 
Mr. Garfield, upon whom the lesson of his father's ex- 
perience in a national convention has not been lost. 

Progressivism is essentially the cult of .ambition and 
vanity. We see how it is in our own state, where prac- 
tically every leader in the movement is a man with an 
inveterate propensity for posing on platforms and 
airing his private notions of things. A movement thus 
appealing to vain and self-seeking men and proceeding 
everywhere by methods of personal exploitation must 
inevitably break down through the jealousies and rival- 
ries of its promoters. In a company where all want to 
be leaders it is not easy to find loyal followers. The 
Ohio conference plainly marks the beginning of an era 
in the progressive movement under which the forces 
of that movement will waste their powers in internal 
conflicts. Just as now the progressives are unable to 
unite upon La Follette, so they will continue — they will 
not he able to unite upon anybody. 

La Follette is the strongest man in the movement. 
He has what is presumed to be an "air-tight" organiza- 
tion in Wisconsin which he has built up by twenty 
years of effort and success. This organization is the 
backbone of the progressive faction, for as yet pro- 
gressivism is only a faction, not a party. That Mr. 
La Follette would exert himself in the direction of his 
home forces in support of any other progressive, should 
his own ambitions be disappointed, is hardly thinkable; 
and it is even less to be believed that Wisconsin could 
be led to the support of anybody who might through 
the intrigues of factional politics overcome her own 
favorite son. Practically to defeat La Follette, if it 
shall be general, will be to knock progressivism on the 
head so far as this year's campaign is concerned. 

There is hope beyond a doubt, in one quarter at least, 
that Mr. Roosevelt may grasp the banner of pro- 
gressivism and overwhelm the coming Republican con- 
vention, of course with a whoop and a yell. But it is 
to be remember that Mr. Roosevelt failed to "Capture" 
progressivism when he tried it under favorable circum- 
stances in his famous Western tour of 1910. The pur- 
pose of the tour which culminated at Osawatomie was 
that of establishing Mr. Roosevelt as the head-centre of 
national progressivism. It failed for the reason that the 
state leaders of the movement — La Follette in Wiscon- 

sin, Cummins in Iowa, el al. — were not willing to make 
obeisance at the feet of Mr. Roosevelt and then retire 
into "relative obscurity. Having reared the structure 
of progressivism, they were not willing to turn it over 
to Mr. Roosevelt. Nor is it likely that they will do it 

The failure of La Follette in Ohio in conjunction 
with other discouragements tends surely to his dis- 
placement as a presidential figure. Probably he will 
not retire; he will simply cease to be considered. 
Is it believable that a man of La Follette's temper and 
ambitions thus snubbed by a movement of which he 
esteems himself the one and only true prophet will re- 
tain his enthusiasms and bestow them in support of 
some more favored son? We think not. The dis- 
placement of La Follette from the national leadership 
of a movement in which he and his state are the posi- 
tive elements robs that movement of the one force cal- 
culated to give it importance in the political activities 
of the year. 

The Peace Banquet. 

The peace banquet in New York was a striking suc- 
cess in spite of some tactical errors on the part of its 
promoters that at one time seemed likely to impair its 
harmony. It was a success because it gave to Mr. 
Taft an opportunity to enter a field in which he is so 
easily a master, a field in which he can make a broad 
appeal to the morality of the nation and buttress that 
appeal by a close and orderly array of facts. It was 
just such an appeal that Mr. Taft made while he was 
in San Francisco and he made it with all that enduring 
effect that follows a direct confrontation of right with 
wrong. We may talk as much as we will of the de- 
generacy of the age, but there is still something in 
human nature that responds gladly to a direct summons 
to do right, to identify itself with the right, and to 
sweep away the selfish sophistries that would persuade 
it to do wrong. Mr. Taft knows how to touch that 
chord. If he encounters the sneers of those incapable 
of understanding anything but the turnings and twist- 
ings of petty politics he may rest assured that their 
carpings represent nothing but the insignificance and 
impermanences of national life. Unfortunately they are 
usually the most clamorous. 

The speech itself was so weighty that it should be 
read at length, so far at least as our newspapers will 
permit. But even condensation can not wholly rob it 
of its import, and in more than one place we are re- 
minded of the new complexion that can be placed upon 
current events by a complete knowledge of the facts. 
Mr. Taft informs us, for example, that Russian sub- 
jects who become naturalized in America are still Rus- 
sian subjects, and amenable to the Russian law, and 
that this understanding is embodied in the treaty to 
which we assented and that is about to be abrogated. 
Therefore it will be seen at once that the Presi- 
dent was entirely accurate in rejecting the hec- 
toring resolution proposed by Mr. Sulzer and substi- 
tuting for it a statement that the treaty is now out of 
date and should give place to a new arrangement. And 
yet he has been criticized upon the one hand for an 
undue submissiveness to Russia and upon the other 
hand for ignoring The Hague Tribunal. It is now evi- 
dent that he did the only thing that could have been 
done in view of the facts, and that so far as Jews from 
Russia are concerned, and indeed all immigrants from 
Russia, we ourselves assented by treaty to a continuance 
of Russian control over them. 

The other points in the speech are no less conclusive. 
Mr. Taft did not mention Air. Roosevelt's name, but it 
is easy to see that his remarks were intended as a re- 
buttal of Mr. Roosevelt's criticism of the arbitration 
treaties. But here Mr. Taft was at a distinct disadvan- 
tage. Mr. Roosevelt's audience is made up of those 
who have no appetite for anything but bluster and 
defiance, and who are therefore incapable of 
standing either statesmanship or magnanim: 


January 6, 1912. 

Taft's reply was directed (o conscience, responsibility, 
and intelligence, and if these faculties are not noisy 
we may at least hope that they are still powerful in 
large affairs. It is too much to hope that Mr. Roose- 
velt will be silenced. Nothing but the last trump can 
do that. It is too much to expect that Mr. Roosevelt's 
followers will be abashed. They are not of the kind 
in whom the logic of facts can appeal or who will take 
the trouble to know the facts. But the sober thought of 
the country will recognize that Mr. Taft's speech ad- 
mits of no rejoinder. It is final, conclusive, unanswer- 

Mr. Roosevelt's criticisms centred around two main 
illustrations, if we may except his vaporings as to the 
behavior of some hypothetical man whose wife had 
been insulted, an affair that we are asked to consider 
as analogous to some possible national affront. Mr. 
Roosevelt asks us what we should do if the Monroe 
Doctrine were challenged, or if we are asked to admit 
undesirable persons to the country. Should we be un- 
willing to admit such matters to arbitration? Answer- 
ing his ow-n questions, he thunders forth a negative and 
then performs the usual "stunts" about national honor 
and the integrity of the country. Mr. Taft's reply is 
that neither of these questions nor others of a like 
nature would or could come within the scope of the 
proposed treaties. They are not judiciable matters, as 
can be understood in a moment by any one who can 
read. They are no more covered by the treaties than 
would be an attempt on the part of a foreign power to 
build forts on American soil. Of course Mr. Roose- 
velt will say the same thing over again. He knows his 
audience. He will be reported by newspapers whose 
main object is to exclude truth and dignity from their 
columns, and he will be cheered by a "following" which 
never takes time to think, even if it has anything to 
think with. Mr. Taft's reply is for those who have 
the kind of mind that can receive facts and formulate 
opinions upon them. 

Mr. Taft's task would be easier, the task of those 
who sustain Mr. Taft would be easier, if it were pos- 
sible to suppose that Mr. Roosevelt is actuated by any 
broad principle of sincerity in his attack upon the arbi- 
tration treaties or any other features of the administra- 
tion policies. It is impossible to suppose this. Mr. 
Roosevelt's animosity is not against Mr. Taft's policies, 
but against Mr. Taft personally, and he has his own 
reasons for hiding his intentions under a cloak of polit- 
ical criticism. It seems now to be necessary to ask Mr. 
Roosevelt to give to the country and to the President 
some example of the "square deal" of which he was 
once the noisy apostle. If Mr. Roosevelt has decided 
to oppose Mr. Taft he has a perfect right to do so, and 
he shares that right with every citizen in the country. 
But let him say so — and let him give his reasons. 
Let him take his stand fairly and honestly in the 
general deliberations, state whom he favors and 
why he favors him, and fight his political battle 
in the open air and in full view. His present 
policy of a pin prick here, an innuendo there, and a 
slur somewhere else, may be amazingly clever or amaz- 
ingly mean, according to our point of view, but it is 
not the kind of political fighting to which Americans 
are accustomed or of which they are likely to approve. 
It is tolerated among ward heelers and the like, but it 
is something new in national politics ; and it is immeas- 
urably beneath the dignities of a man who has held the 
presidency of the republic. 

A few days ago there was an anti-Taft meeting in 
Boston, and of course Mr. Roosevelt gave it his 
benediction with the hypocritical assurance that it 
had no election significance. And yet he knew that 
it had an election significance. He knew that Mr. 
Pinchot was to speak and that there would be a 
pronouncement in favor of the "progressive" cause. 
He intended to aid that pronouncement while seem- 
ing to do something else. His antagonism to the 
arbitration treaties is not based upon any kind of 
conviction in such matters, because he has no convic- 
tions on any subject whatever except the one all-per- 
vading conviction of his own unique capacity to rule — 
or ruin. His incursion into the trust problem was of 
same kind. He has no policy toward the trusts 
and never had, but there was an opportunity furtively 
to stab Mr. Taft in the back and he took it. No trust 
in the country is a penny the worse for anything that 
Mr. Roosevelt has done to it, but he was enraged to 
find that Mr. Taft was making headway by the simple 
pro ess of enforcing the law. His own plan was to 
i upon the stage for the benefit of the gallery and 
1 . to issue indulgences in the wings, as in the 

case of the Steel Trust and the Tennessee Coal and 
Iron Company. It will be remembered that while he 
was in Arizona he was heartily opposed to the recall 
of the judiciary, but his opinion changed as he crossed 
the line into California, and he heartily supported what 
he had denounced the day before. His sails are always 
spread to the prevailing breeze. No such shadows- 
thing as a principle or a conviction is ever allowed to 
stand in the way of a political advantage. And yet we 
may believe that political advantages of the larger kind 
can not be won in this country by the tactics of the 
Mafia. If Mr. Roosevelt has a case against Mr. Taft, 
let us hear what it is. If he has a favorite candidate, 
let us have his name. But the country has no stomach 
for whisperings and nudges, intrigues and sneers. It 
ought not to be necessary to ask Mr. Roosevelt of all 
men for a square deal, but this seems to be the last 
thing that he is capable of giving us. 

A concluding w r ord may be said as to the faulty tact 
with which the peace banquet was arranged and that, 
but for Mr. Taft, might have resulted in failure. In 
the first place Mr. Roosevelt himself should have been 
given no opportunity to display his peculiar tactics or 
to indulge in his usual invective. In the second place 
the ambassadors should not have been invited. That 
the representatives of Italy and of Turkey, and of 
Russia and Persia should sit at the same social table 
was obviously impossible, and if certain members of 
the diplomatic corps were thus necessarily excluded 
they should all have been omitted from the list. In 
any case the event was a national, not an international, 
one. While the occasion was a general appeal to the 
humanitarian tendencies of the world, it had also a spe- 
cial bearing upon the American impetus to those tenden- 
cies and to the specific difficulties confronting the pend- 
ing treaties. It w-as probably the absence of the am- 
bassadors that enabled Mr. Taft to be so direct and 
so precise, and therefore so effective, but a greater 
amount of practical wisdom would have avoided an 
incident that must be classed among the things that 
ought not to have happened. 

The Indicted Labor Leaders. 

If Messrs. Tveitmoe and Johansen are innocent of 
the charge of participation in the Times explosion 
brought against them after careful inquiry by the fed- 
eral authorities, it will soon be apparent in the manner 
in which they shall meet the accusation. Innocence 
does not need the aid of diplomacy; it does not have 
to adopt a "policy" or to organize elaborate schemes 
of defense. If Tveitmoe and Johansen are falsely ac- 
cused, all they will have to do to clear themselves is 
to invite inquiry and to contribute frankly to its thor- 
oughness. Nobody wants to convict them if they are 
not guilty; and if the facts acquit them there will be an 
end of the whole matter. 

But it must be said that the course of these men 
thus far since the indictments were returned against 
them has not tended to inspire confidence in their inno- 
cence. Instead of inviting inquiry they have solidly 
and by inference opposed it; instead of trusting to the 
truth to make them free, they have pursued a course of 
dogged silence and have arranged with attorneys famed 
for adroitness in saving criminals from punishment to 
take charge of their case. They speak only to declare 
that they are going to "fight to a finish." They 
are following a course parallel with that pursued by 
the McNamaras at a time w"hen these now confessed 
criminals were endeavoring by lies and concealments to 
evade the vengeance of justice. The next logical step 
in this line of policy will be a general assessment upon 
organized labor to support the costs of this dubious pro- 

It is understood that Mr. Darrow exacted a retaining 
fee of $50,000 before taking up the case of the Mc- 
Namaras; and he will, it is presumed, want the same 
sort of persuasion in the case of Tveitmoe. ct al. It is 
notorious that although Mr. Darrow knew that the 
McNamaras were guilty he permitted organized labor 
throughout the country to be assessed in the approxi- 
mate sum of $175,000 for their defense. The same 
ideas and the same methods, it may be presumed, will 
be followed in the attempt to save Tveitmoe and Johan- 
sen. All of which is both unnecessary and vicious ; and 
it will be interesting to see if organized labor, once be- 
fooled with lies to the end of getting its money, will 
yield a second time to the same form of appeal. 

Without wishing to pre-judge the case, it is still to 
be said that all the circumstances in so far as they are 
known to the public tend to prejudice. Tveitmoe was 
in a position of authority in labor-union councils; he 

was in touch with the McNamaras in various ways 
before the blow-up, and he was prompt and even ve- 
hement in their defense even when he must have 
known they were guilty. Somebody in San Francisco 
associated authoritatively with labor-union affairs was 
surely in on the deal; and who more likely than the 
most radical and violent of unionistic leaders, one in 
intimate association with the actual doers of the act and 
one whose previous record as a convict points to him 
as a sympathizer with criminality. 

The case on its surface looks bad for the indicted 
men; but surface indications will not count for any- 
thing in the trial. If the facts do not convict them, 
nothing can do it; and if the facts prove their inno- 
cence, Tveitmoe and his associates ought to be the first 
to develop and exploit them. 

Roosevelt and Harriman. 

The issue between Mr. Roosevelt and the late Mr. 
Harriman, as to the latter's part in the campaign of 
1904, which has been raised from its grave by the 
Sheldon-Roosevelt correspondence of last week, is one 
of veracity. Some time before his death Mr. Harri- 
man declared on the witness stand that in the stress 
of the campaign Mr. Roosevelt invited him to Wash- 
ington and asked him to raise a considerable sum of 
money — going so far as to name the desired sum — for 
use in the New York campaign. Mr. Roosevelt in his 
mild way declared this statement to be a lie. Now 
he brings Mr. Sheldon before the public to support this 
charge by a statement which really explains nothing. 
Mr. Sheldon says that the money contributed by Har- 
riman himself and by others at his request went to the 
New York state campaign fund, and not to the presi- 
dential fund. Under analysis there is in this present- 
ment a difference without a distinction, for money 
raised and spent in the New York campaign was to all 
intents and purposes money spent in the presidential 
campaign. In any event Mr. Roosevelt, who was a 
presidential candidate, was sufficiently interested to 
solicit the contribution and to acknowledge gratefully 
its acceptance. 

Since the point of veracity is raised afresh, and since 
Mr. Harriman is dead and therefore unable to speak 
for himself, certain correspondence heretofore given 
to the public is especially interesting. In June Mr. 
Roosevelt wrote from the White House to Mr. Harri- 
man, then in Europe, the following note : 

June 29, 1904. 
My Dear Mr. Harriman : I thank you for your letter. 
As soon as you come home I shall want to see you. The 
fight will doubtless be hot then. It has been a real pleasure 
to see you this year. Very truly yours, 

Theodore Roosevelt. 

Having returned from Europe three months later, 
Mr. Harriman replied: 

September 20, 1904. 

Dear Mr. President : I was very glad to receive your 
note of June 29 last while I was in Europe. I am now get- 
ting matters that accumulated during my absence somewhat 
cleared up, and if you think it desirable will go to see you at 
any time, either now or later. It seems to me that the situa- 
tion could not be in better shape. Yours sincerely, 

E. H. Harriman. 

Some three weeks after the date of this letter Mr. 
Roosevelt again wrote to Mr. Harriman as follows: 

October 10, 1904. 
My Dear Mr. Harriman : * * * In view of the trouble 
over the state ticket in New York I should like to have a few 
words with you. Do you think you can get down here within 
a few days and take either luncheon or dinner with me ? 

Theodore Roosevelt. 

And again, four days later, Mr. Roosevelt wrote : 

October 14, 1904. 

A suggestion has come to me in a roundabout way that you 
do not think it wise to come on to see me in these closing 
weeks of the campaign, but that you are reluctant to refuse 
inasmuch as I have asked you. Now, my dear sir, you and 
I are practical men, and you are on the ground and know the 
conditions better than I do. If you think there is any dan- 
ger of your visit to me causing trouble, or if you think there 
is nothing special I need to be informed about, or no matter 
on which I could give aid, why, of course, give up the visit 
for the time being, and then a few weeks hence, before I 
write my message, I shall get you to come down to discuss 
certain government matters not connected with the campaign. 
With great regards, Theodore Roosevelt. 

Again in November, after the election, Mr. Roose- 
velt wrote to Mr. Harriman as follows: 

November 30, 1904. 

My Dear Mr. Harriman: * * * If you remember, 
when you were down here both you and I were so interested 
in certain of the New York political developments that I 
hardly, if at all, touched on government matters. ' 
As a matter of fact, as you will remember, when you did 

January 6, 1912. 


come down to see me, you and I were both so engaged in 
the New York political situation that we talked of little else. 

Now let it he borne in mind that Mr. Harriman de- 
clared in his testimony that after a series nt" invitations 
during the summer and fall of 1904, both from the 
President and his secretary, he (Harriman) did visit 
the President at Washington and was asked to raise a 
specific fund for campaign purposes, that he did raise 
such fund, himself contributing $50,000. Mr. Roose- 
velt denies the statement so far as it may relate to the 
presidential campaign, and seven years after the event 
brings in a hearsay witness to declare quite imma- 
terially that Harriman's contribution was for the 
New York state campaign, as distinct from the 
presidential campaign, the two being concurrently 
carried on. This, Mr. Roosevelt would have the 
country accept as a refutation of Mr. Harriman's 
statement that at Roosevelt's own request, made as the 
result of a series of invitations, he (Harriman) did 
raise the fund in question and did contribute it to the 
Roosevelt campaign. 

The letters above reproduced speak for themselves. 
There is nothing in them inconsistent with Mr. Har- 
riman's statement. Everything in them indicates that 
Mr. Roosevelt's statement is at best a mere quibble. 
And it is not difficult to believe, in view of Mr. Harri- 
man's connections and relationships to visit the Presi- 
dent "before I write my message," that he felt that the 
letter of October 14 was not merely a request, or an 
executive command, but a threat as well. 

Even in the incident by which this whole matter is 
brought afresh to public attention Mr. Roosevelt be- 
trays a propensity to indirection and petty intrigue cal- 
culated to destroy confidence in the sincerity of his 
statements. For, be it remembered, the Sheldon cor- 
respondence — a letter from Sheldon and a reply by 
Roosevelt — is so presented as to indicate that the initia- 
tive was with Mr. Sheldon, and that Mr. Roosevelt's 
attitude was one of pleased surprise ; whereas Mr. Shel- 
don now declares that his letter was written at Mr. 
Roosevelt's suggestion. The deception is petty; it 
would mean little or nothing if it were not evidence of 
an indirect way of doing things which if done at all 
should be done in the open. A man capable of petti- 
fogging in the Sheldon incident may not unfairly be 
suspected of insincerity in the Harriman incident. 

The German Elections. 

The German elections will be held during the second 
week in January, and as the imperial party is showing 
no signs of jubilation it may be assumed that the popu- 
lar verdict is awaited with some apprehension in gov- 
ernment circles. It would certainly seern that appre- 
hension is well founded. No one supposes that the 
Socialists were permanently crushed at the last elec- 
tion, when their numbers fell from about eighty to 
forty-three. Indeed the signs are all the other way. 
There have been many by-elections during the last 
four years, and wherever it is possible for the Socialists 
to win a seat they have done so. Moreover, they will 
have the help of the Liberals, which was not the case 
before, the Liberals then working with the Conserva- 
tives against the Clericals and the Socialists. Now the 
cards have been reshuffled. Liberals and Socialists are 
in the same camp, and it looks very much as though the 
new Reichstag would be in a position to formulate 
democratic demands and to get them. 

But it would be easy to draw wrong auguries from 
a Socialist victory in Germany. There we find a So- 
cialist party so skillfully handled as to attract every 
variety of legitimate discontent, while holding violence 
and law-breaking at arm's length. To assume that the 
German Socialist is identical in aim with his American 
"comrade" would be misleading. The American So- 
cialist has made the profound tactical mistake of ally- 
ing himself with disreputable forms of labor unionism 
and with a rabid defense of crime. As a result he has 
alienated a large volume of radical sympathy which 
wishes to be radical within the limits of decency and 
legitimacy. The German Socialist has made no such 
mistake as this. The programme and speeches of the 
Socialist leaders contain no word offensive to a plain 
morality. Even the specific economic doctrines of 
Socialism are kept in the background. Their appeal is 
for a democratic form of government, for some sys- 
tem that shall enable the people to express their will, 
for some plan that shall bring the centre of political 
gravity a little nearer to the masses of the people. Al- 
most any intelligent American citizen would find him- 
self forced to affiliate with the Socialist party in Ger- 
many if he wished to protest against something that 

is closely akin to absolutism. Socialism in Germany 
means ordinary, every-day Liberalism elsewhere, 
Whal it may ultimately mean is another matter. 

There will he little sympathy with the- government 
if it should meet with disaster. Among all the govern- 
ments of the world the German government has shown 
itself absolutely rigid against any and every reform. 
It has set its face like flint against every measure that, 
directly or indirectly, could diminish the supremacy of 
the crown. Perhaps nearly every monarch in his heart 
of hearts believes in the divine right of kings. The 
German monarch is the only one to say so openly and 
to cling to his prerogatives with a sort of jealous 
ferocity that insures catastrophe. A few measures of 
reasonable reform would have cut the ground from 
under the feet of the Socialists, but those measures 
have never been granted. The result is that the aver- 
age German has had to choose between a permanent 
petrification of the governmental system or a vote given 
to the Socialists. 

An Apology. 

A few days before the late municipal election Mr. 
Thomas Boyle, city auditor and candidate for re- 
election, called upon the editor of the Argonaut and 
explained in detail an incident which at the moment 
commanded public attention. The story was as follows : 
The McCarthy government, in pursuance of its Sierra 
water supply policy, had arranged for the purchase of 
certain water rights in the Sierra region from one Wil- 
liam Ham Hall, representing himself and others, for 
some $652,000. This purchase was under an option 
running till June, 1912; therefore the city would lose 
nothing if it should put the matter .over for a few 
months, whereas in closing the transaction immediately 
it would run the chance of having paid its money for a 
questionable property if a certain cloud upon the title 
should prove to be serious. But the McCarthy govern- 
ment, for reasons not explained, wished to complete the 
purchase before retiring from office. All that was needed 
to do this was the approval of the auditor, Mr. Boyle. 
But being advised by competent authority that there 
was a flaw in the title to the lands and water rights 
under consideration, he had, by refusing to give his 
approval, "held up" the consummation of the deal. Be- 
cause of his failure to take the McCarthy programme 
according to his own statement, Mr. Boyle was being 
"knifed" in his candidacy for reelection by the Mc- 
Carthy forces. 

Now the Argonaut was not without a certain preju 
dice against Mr. Boyle, albeit it had known him as a 
man of once respectable connections. It could but re- 
member that in times past he had been on more or 
less friendly terms with Eugene Schmitz and that dur 
ing the height of the Ruef-Schmitz regime he had been 
made a member of the Board of Education. It remem- 
bered, too, that Mr. Boyle had been dismissed sum- 
marily from his membership in the board by Mayor 
Taylor because he had publicly associated with Eugene 
Schmitz to the extent of inviting him to ride through the 
public streets while he (Schmitz) was awaiting trial 
on charges of official misconduct. It thought that Mr. 
Boyle might well have had better friends and that he 
might have discriminated more delicately in his asso- 
ciations. But in view of Mr. Boyle's established char- 
acter as a man of business integrity and in further view 
of the fact that as a candidate he was being cut by the 
McCarthyites for an act of conspicuous courage in the 
public interest, the Argonaut gave him personal and 
public support. The editor of the Argonaut voted for 
Mr. Boyle and asked others to do so. He put Mr. 
Boyle's name on the Argonaut municipal ticket, which 
brought him some thousands of votes. This because 
Mr. Boyle appeared to be a courageous man, even 
though unfortunate in some past affiliations, and be- 
cause he was being persecuted for official resistance to 
untimely and probably corrupt demands. Mr. Boyle 
was elected by a small margin, and he would un- 
doubtedly have been beaten but for the support which 
the Argonaut and others like minded gave him upon his 
own plea that he was being persecuted because he was 
an honest official. 

But now comes Mr. Boyle with a complete change 
of heart and with another official policy. On the basis 
of counsel from the city attorney that he had "legal 
authority" to do what he had previously declined to do 
— a counsel by no means mandatory — he has signed the 
warrant which before the election he declined to sign, 
thus assisting in the more than questionable business 
of taking some $652,000 from the city treasury and 
handing it over to William Ham Hall for a question- 

able title to lands and water rights negotiated for under 
questionable methods by the McCarthy city govern- 
ment. In other words, Mr. Boyle, having won reelec- 
tion upon a specious pica of an official persecuted for 
honesty's sake, has turned tail and given his official sup- 
port to a suspicious transaction done in the closing 
hours of its authority by the McCarthy government. 
The Argonaut is sorry it voted for Mr. Boyle: it is pro- 
foundly chagrined that it counseled others to do the 
same. It grieves that it trusted too generously to high 
pretensions and it humbly apologizes to those whom, 
through its own misplaced confidence, it led into error. 
There is further cause for chagrin in the fact that the 
city has been mulcted in another great sum for question- 
able rights in useless properties. The great sum paid 
out in the immediate transaction swells to upwards of 
a million dollars the money which San Francisco has 
sunk — or something worse — in a questionable title to 
lands and water rights which, now nor ever, can be of 
any value to the municipality and which so long as 
they shall be retained will involve a continuous expense 
and sustain a profitless and demoralizing agitation. 

The Passing of the Muckraker. 

The extinction of Success Magazine is another step 
in the revolution that has already engulfed a large part 
of the muckraking magazine press. The reason for the 
disappearance of Success is simple enough. It no 
longer pays. In other words, there is no more demand, 
at least no remunerative demand, for the particular 
wares in which it dealt. 

The failure of Success — if such a contradiction in 
terms may be allowed — is the latest upon an already 
long list of changes and disappearances. All of these 
derelict publications were more or less of the same 
kind, they all had the same political complexion, they 
were all carried forward by the same wave, which, be- 
cause it was a wave, was certain at some time to recede 
and to carry its load with it. Hampton's Magazine is 
dead, and so is the Columbian. The mourners were 
few. The American is still alive, but whatever vitality 
it has is due to its change of policy. Everybody's is 
still with us, but under new proprietorship and methods. 
And probably the list of wrecks is not yet full. The 
flag of distress is visible in more than one quarter. 
Collier's, for example, supplements a precarious income 
by the persistent touting of cheap books, and would prob- 
ably disappear but for such adventitious support. There 
may be people who are willing to pay 10 cents for such 
an assortment of ingenious and pert misinformation, 
just as there are people who will believe anything and 
everything except the truth, but their number is not 
large, certainly not large enough to support Collier's 
in the absence of the premiums and the bonuses that 
sugar-coat the pill. Evidently the race of the muck- 
raker is nearly run. The muckraking magazine is dis- 
appearing, and the muckraking writers are searching 
for new jobs. If we may judge from a recent per- 
formance in Los Angeles, some of them seem unwilling 
to face the facts or the terrible necessity of being in- . 
conspicuous. The role of savior of the country is not 
lightly discarded. 

And yet it was easy to foresee the fate of the muck- 
raking magazine. It was foredoomed to failure from 
the start because it violated a law of human progress 
which demands construction and not destruction. The 
sensational writer whose only conception of reform is 
exposure and denunciation is inspired by the same pas- 
sions as the dynamiter who blows up a building, and 
we are now beginning to understand what the public 
thinks of both of them. The public is eager enough 
that abuses shall be removed, but not by dynamite, and 
it wants first to know what will take their place. 

The muckraking magazine is but a part of what may 
be called the muckraking movement, and it will all col- 
lapse in due time. We are learning that while the 
disease may be bad, the remedy is far worse. We have 
now at Sacramento a good illustration of the muck- 
raking movement in its wider aspect. The election of 
Governor Johnson was a specimen of reform by polit- 
ical dynamite, and we are now learning that the new 
building, such as it is, is far worse than the old and 
that the "reformer" will do things more gross, more 
crude, more raw, than the old-style politician would 
have dared to dream of. If Governor Johnson were a 
magazine he would be finding that his circulation was 
falling off and that even premiums and bonuses could 
not save it. But votes last longer than subscriptions, 
and we shall have to wait awhile before popular dis- 
gust and contempt can find a voice. But the mm - !: 
as a writer and as a politician is doomed. 


January 6, 1912. 


Several Englishmen have been on in Germany and sev- 
eral Germans have been on trial in England upon charges of 
spying. During a trial now proceeding in London it was 
shown that the accused German was in possession of cipher 
letters instructing him to ascertain the amount of coal stored 
at the naval depots, the armaments of some new torpedo 
boats, and the nature of the mechanism used in the conning 
lowers of submarines. English spies in German}' have been 
similarly busy. It is now said that spying has become a 
gentlemanly amusement, a sort of sport, somewhat more ex- 
citing than fox or boar hunting and not so "merry" as priva- 
teering. The younger son who wants amusement with a spice 
of danger no longer climbs mountains or hunts big game. 
He buys a camera and a lead pencil and goes abroad in order 
to lurk around fortifications or bribe a soldier to betray his 
country. It is a lofty and dignified occupation, and if any 
qualms remain to be silenced it can be done by using the 
word espionage instead of spying. Things sound so much 
better in French, and everything becomes lawful in the name 
of patriotism. But the trials now proceeding apace in both 
countries furnish the sort of soil from which wars spring. 

For what curious causes some people excite themselves. 
Here they are holding public meetings in England to protest 
against the "Ke Temere" decree of the Catholic Church that 
has just been republished. Lords, bishops, clergy, and laity 
are uniting in fiery protest and resolutions of defiance are sent 
hurtling through the air. Now as very few common-sensible 
people know what this decree is it may be said that it was 
issued by the Council of Trent in 1545, and it declared all 
marriages between Catholics and non-Catholics to be sinful 
and invalid. Evidently the church is of the same opinion 
still, since the decree has been reissued. Well, what of it? 
To issue decrees is an inalienable human right like the pur- 
suit of happiness. We may all issue decrees to our hearts' 
content, but no one can be said to have a grievance unless 
and until the policeman begins to enforce those decrees. 
Evidently there are a great many people in England who have 
nothing particular to do or to think about, or it would be im- 
possible to fill a great hall with protesters against a decree 
that can not possibly do any harm to any one. 

The magnificent example of the women of Dahomey should 
be made widely known wherever their more civilized sisters 
are to be found struggling for their rights. Frederick Martyn 
of the French Foreign Legion, who fought in the recent Da- 
homey campaign, tells us emphatically that "the female of the 
species is more deadly than the male." The Senegalese 
tirailleurs were attacked by the Amazons, and Mr. Martyn 
says that "any one inclined to sympathize with the Amazons 
on account of their sex and to look upon the combat between 
them and our men as unequal, may take it from me that 
their sympathy would be misplaced. These young women 
were far and away the best men in the Dahomeyan army, and 
woman to man were quite a match for any of us. They fought 
like unchained demons, and if driven into a corner did not 
disdain to use their teeth and nails." It may be an error of 
policy to make these facts known, and thus to stimulate a 
militancy already vigorous enough. 

A knotty problem of literary jurisprudence has just been 
decided in France. Some thirty years ago M. Anatole France, 
then a young man, was commissioned to write a history. He 
performed the work and was paid for it, but the book was 
never issued until recently. Now M. France protests against 
the publication of a work that represents a youthful style and 
that embodies ideas no longer held by him. Moreover, he 
has since written another history which differs greatly from 
the earlier one. The publisher being obdurate against these 
remonstrances, the author has brought an action and has won 
it. The court holds that a publisher has no right to keep a 
manuscript unpublished as long as he pleases and then to 
issue it after the author has made a name for himself. He 
is therefore ordered to return the manuscript and to cancel 
the contract. ' 

The Modern Historical Records Association is about to get 
to work. An initial meeting has been held in New York and 
arrangements are being elaborated for "preserving in im- 
perishable form the record of history, heretofore 'writ on 
water,' in order that future generations may know the exact 
measure of our wisdom and our ignorance, our achievements 
and our failures." It will be remembered that the associa- 
tion intends to establish centres throughout the country for 
the purpose of collecting a record of contemporary life in all 
its phases and preserving it in some imperishable way. The 
method of preservation is suggested by the proceedings at the 
first meeting. The records of these proceedings were placed 
in a tube of tiling and the whole scaled with concrete; a 
copper plate indicating the contents was then affixed to the 
outside of the concrete cylinder. Parchment will be used 
for such purpose of a similar texture to that employed by 
Cicero for his "De Republica," which still exists intact, al- 
though some mediaeval monk with a twisted eye for propor- 
tions had overlaid it with passages from St. Augustine. But 
parchment will not be the only means employed. The phono- 
graph and every suitable modern appliance will be pressed 
ii the service. 

The late John Bigelow was a Swedenborgian and had been 
so for fifty years. He tells us that one day half a century ago 
he was reading his Bible while staying in the West Indies, 
and f' (ling into conversation with a Scandinavian who was 
sitting near him he was advised to read Swedenborg in con- 
junct 1 m with the Scriptures. Mr. Bigelow tells us that he 
so interested in the volume lent him that he read 
tight hours continuously and that for twenty years 
rea ter he read Swedenborgian books for many hours a 

day. Swedenborg has never enjoyed a great popularity, partly 
on account of the highly mystical nature of his teachings and 
partly because of a certain extravagance in the narration of 
his own visions. But it was Swedenborg who first illumi- 
nated Christianity by his "doctrine of correspondences." which 
postulated an intimate connection between man and the uni- 
verse and a correspondence between the human and divine 
natures. It seems by no means unlikely that the present 
wave of Christian mysticism will yet bring the fine philosophy 
and science of Swedenborg into the light of the public recog- 
nition that it deserves. 

Mr. Charles E. Brookfield, the new assistant examiner of 
plays in London, has had a long familiarity with the stage and 
its people. He tells us that he was once in the company 
of a number of actors out of a job when George Grossmith put 
in an appearance. Grossmith was then at the height of his 
popularity as a drawing-room entertainer, and he began to 
rally his less fortunate companions on their lack of initiative. 
He asked them why they waited for a theatre appointment 
when one might make $500 a night at private parties. All 
they needed was a suit of dress clothes and a piano. "That's 
all right," said Brookfield, "but we don't all look so funny in 
a dress suit as you do." 

We are often told that the criminal law of America is prac- 
tically the same as that of England, at least so far as relates to 
the rights of prisoners. In this connection an interesting para- 
graph arrests the eye in a recent issue of an English news- 
paper. Justice Avory, sitting at the Old Bailey, professed in- 
dignation upon discovering that a prisoner had been ques- 
tioned by the police. There was no suggestion of ill-treat- 
ment or of undue influence. The man had been questioned 
and no more, but the judge took occasion warmly to censure 
the officers and to remind them that they had no right to 
put any questions whatsoever to a prisoner after he was in 
custody. Even to inform a prisoner of the allegations made 
against him except as a formal charge was "only a subtle form 
of cross-examination with the object of obtaining an admis- 

The annual prize of $1000 that was won last year in Paris 
by Mile. Audoux's "Marie Claire" has this year been awarded 
to M. Louis de Robert's "Roman d'un Malade." It is a curi- 
ous feature of the award that the jury must be composed of 
women, presumably that the women's view may be expressed. 
But it was made evident that the jurywomen were not insus- 
ceptible to male influence. The award to M. de Robert was 
speedy and unanimous, and the jury then set themselves to 
the more accustomed occupation of tea and toast. Suddenly 
from the inner depths of a voluminous muff appeared the 
corner of a sheet of yellow notepaper, and there is only onb 
literary man in Paris who uses yellow notepaper, and that is 
Pierre Loti. If the lady who thus divulged her secret had 
supposed that she was the only one to be favored with a can- 
vassing letter in aid of M. Loti's friend she was speedily un- 
deceived. Sheets of yellow notepaper made their appearance 
upon every hand, and it became evident that M. Loti had left 
nothing to chance and that he had made this appeal to every 
member of the jury. 

The tourist who wishes to understand something of the 
devastation of a modern battle might do worse than visit Port 
Arthur, now quite easy of access. A correspondent of the 
London Daily Express describes the battlefield as being prac- 
tically in the same state as after the final struggle. The dead 
have been cleared away — those of them that were visible — and 
rough hygienic measures have been taken — but with these ex- 
ceptions nothing has been done to obliterate the signs of the 
great struggle, and now the rains have uncovered countless 
skeletons that were covered by the debris. Relics of the 
fray, says the correspondent, lie on every hand, great steel 
gun carriages, torn like discarded sardine tins, guns with burst 
breeches or jaggedly rent at the tip of their muzzles; shells 
and projectiles of every size and in every stage of crumple- 
ment, an unpleasant proportion half -buried and unexploded 
though a reward stands for the Chinese peasants who report 
their location ; rusted bayonets, battered leaden and nickel 
bullets, broken rifle-stocks, twisted leather boot soles, badges, 
snapped sword blades, and the hilts of sabres. 

Sidney G. P. Coryn. 

The smallest republic in the world, without exception, 
is that of Tavolara, a little island situated about a dozen 
kilometers (seven and a half miles) from Sardinia. It 
is a little more than a mile in length, and has a popula- 
tion of fifty-five. The sovereignty of the island was 
accorded in 1836 by King Charles Albert to the Bar- 
teleoni family. Up to 1881 Paul I reigned peaceably 
over his little island kingdom, but at his death the 
islanders proclaimed a republic. By the constitution of 
the republic the president is elected for ten years, and 
women exercise the franchise. 

Much has been made of the fact that the shepherds 
of Palestine lead their sheep. This custom has arisen, 
of course, through the absence of roads and the scanty 
nature of the pasturage found on the mountain sides. 
It would be impossible to drive the flocks from place 
to place unless dogs were employed, and there are no 
sheep dogs in Eastern countries. Hence the shepherd 
goes on in front, the sheep following behind, a shep- 
herd boy as a rule bringing up the rear. This is the 
shepherd's principal duty, to guide his sheep and find 
pasture for them. 

The dust collected from numerous vacuum cleaners 
has proved to be a valuable fertilizer, and its sale has 
become a regular business in Paris. 



The Tiger. 
I igt r, Tiger, burning brighl 
In the foresl of tin- night, 
Whal immortal hand or eye 
Framed thy fearful symmetry ? 

In what distant deeps or skies 
Burned that fire within thine eyes ? 
On what wings dared he aspire? 
What the hand dared seize the. fire? 

And what shoulder, and what art, 
Could twist the sinews of thy heart? 
When thy heart began to beat, 
What dread hand and what dread feet ? 

What the hammer, what the chain. 
Knit thy strength and forged thy brain? 
What the anvil ? What dread grasp 
Dared thy deadly terrors clasp? 

When the stars threw down their spears, 
And water'd heaven with their tears, 
Did He smile His work to see? 
Did He who made the lamb make thee? 

^ — William Blake. 

-To Althea from Prison. 
When Love with unconfined wings 

Hovers within my gates, 
And my divine Althea brings 

To whisper at the grates : 
When I lie tangled in her hair, 

And fettered to her eye, 
The birds that wanton in the air 

Know no such liberty. 

When flowing cups run swiftly round 

With no allaying Thames, 
Our careless heads with roses bound. 

Our hearts with loyal flames; 
When thirsty grief in wine we steep 

When healths and draughts go free, 
Fishes that tipple in the deep 

Know no such liberty. 

When, like committed linnets. I 

With shriller throat shall sing 
The sweetness, mercy, majesty, 

And glories of my King; 
When I shall voice aloud, how good 

He is, how great should be, 
Enlarged winds that curl the flood 

Know no such liberty. 

Stone walls do not a prison make, 

Nor iron bars a cage ; 
Minds innocent and quiet take 

That for an hermitage ; 
If I have freedom in my love, 

And in- my soul am free. 
Angels alone, that soar above. 

Enjoy such liberty. — Richard Lovelace. 

As Slow Our Ship. 
\c tlow nur chip Vicr foamy track 

Against the wind was cleaving. 
Her trembling pennant still look'd back 

To that dear isle 'twas leaving. 
So loath we part from all we love, 

From all the links that bind us ; 
So turn our hearts, where'er we rove, 

To those we've left behind us ! 

When, round the bowl, of vanish'd years 

We talk, with joyous seeming. 
And smiles that might as well be tears. 

So faint, so sad their beaming; 
While mem'ry brings us back again 

Each early tie that twin'd us, 
Oh, sweet's the cup that circles then 

To those we've left behind us ! 

And, when in other climes we meet 

Some isle or vale enchanting, 
Where all looks flow'ry, mild and sweet, 

And nought but love is wanting; 
We think how great had been our bliss, 

If heav'n had but assign'd us 
To live and die in scenes like this. 

With some we've left behind us ! 

As trav'Iers oft look back at eve, 

When eastward darkly going. 
To gaze upon the light they leave 

Still faint behind them glowing — 
So, when the close of pleasure's day 

To gloom hath near consign'd us, 
Wc turn to catch one fading ray 

Of joy that's left behind us. 

— Thomas Moore. 

Allan-a-Dale has no faggots for burning, 
Allan-a-Dale has no furrow for turning, 
Allan-a-Dale has no fleece for the spinning. 
Yet A*dan-a-Dale has red gold for the winning. 
Come, read me my riddle! come, harken my tale! 
And tell me the craft of bold Allan-a-Dale. 

The Baron of Ravensworth prances in pride, 
And he views his domains upon Arkindale side. 
The mere for his net, and the land for his game, 
The chase for the wild, and the park for the tame ; 
Yet the fish of the lake, and the deer of the vale, 
Are less free to Lord Dacre than Allan-a-Dale ! 

Allan-a-Dale was ne'er belted a knight, 

Though his spur be as sharp, and his blade be as bright ; 

Allan-a-Dale is no baron or lord, 

Yet twenty tall yeomen will draw at his word ; 

And the best of our nobles his bonnet will vail, 

Who at Rere-cross on Stanmore meets Allan-a-Dale. 

Allan-a-Dale to his wooing is come ; 

The mother, she ash'd of his household and home : 

"Though the castle of Richmond stand fair on the hi", 

My hall," quoth bold Allan, "shows gallanter still; 

'Tis the blue vault of heaven, with its crescent so pale, 

And with all its bright spangles!" said Allan-a-Dale. 

The father was steel, and the mother was stone; 
They lifted the latch, and they bade him begone; 
But loud, on the morrow, their wail and their cry: 
He has laugh'd on the lass with lu's bonny black eye, 
And she fled to the forest to hear a love-tale, 
And the youth it was told by was Allan-a-Dale ! 

— Walter Scott, 

January 6, 1912. 




Diversions That Are Liked Because the Cafe Proprietors Say 

They Came from San Francisco. 

Broadway borrows its fashions in diversion, and ad- 
mits the fact, but is confident that it revels in them, 
carries them to extremes, satiates itself with them, in 
ways peculiarly its own. Just now it frankly acknowl- 
edges its obligation to San Francisco for some amuse- 
ment novelties, and is wearing them out. Thomas 
Shanley, of the noted restaurant bearing his name, says 
that the cabaret idea of entertainment for dining-room 
patrons was taken from Paris first by its Pacific Coast 
antitype, and brought thence to Manhattan. I have 
been unable to verify this statement by reference to 
your newspapers, and hesitate to accept it, as I would 
iiot willingly harbor aspersions of even a far-away 
neighbor. That term, cabaret, does not synchronize 
with the sensations indubitably San Franciscan that 
have come to us. 

At any rate we have had the cabaret shows for some 
time in "the cafes, and the proprietors are beginning to 
tire of them, while their patrons appear to find them 
increasingly attractive as their features are multiplied 
and varied. At first they seemed a logical develop- 
ment of the orchestral accompaniment of the dinner. 
Logical, that is, from the restaurateur's point of view. 
He thought his patrons enjoyed the music, but he was 
mistaken. Nobody listened to the players. Conversa- 
tion was actually encouraged by the rhythmic carol of 
the clarinets and the sobbing of the strings. One could 
pour out all kinds of confidences to a companion at the 
table under cover of the harmonic ministrations. But 
they added singers to the entertainment, and these, too, 
were endured. It was easy to applaud, condescend- 
ingly, at the close of a vocal selection, and when the 
song began again to take up the thread of dialogue 
or monologue as if nothing had happened. From 
classic offerings the singers progressed to "popular" 
compositions and coon songs. And here it may as 
well be acknowledged that this fashion came, not from 
Paris or the West, but from the night-trade eating and 
drinking places of less repute on the side streets and 
avenues east of Fifth. Then came the dancers, and 
this was the real parting of the ways. Carelessly inci- 
dental and negligible were the musical numbers, but 
the gymnastics demanded attention. 

However, the cafe proprietors are in two moods 
about them. They undoubtedly attract, but hardly 
enough to balance the additional expense. And there 
are other difficulties. Whether from the jealousy of 
the vaudeville theatre managers or through suddenly 

awakened but uninspired official censorship, there is 

great danger that the shows will be declared illegal. 
In the city charter there is a strict rule requiring a 
license for anything resembling a theatrical perform- 
ance, and the courts will be called on to decide if the 
free shows in the restaurants escape the comprehensive 
definition of the law. At first there were no stages, 
speaking technically; perhaps an improvised and im- 
permanent dais for the singers, though usually they lifted 
up their voices standing on a level with the diners. 
When dancing was added to the programme, a stage, or 
platform at least, was required. How else could the 
view of the turkey trot and texas tommy, to say noth- 
ing of the Apache dance, be unobstructed? The al- 
literative diversions named in the preceding sentence 
are hailed as the most exquisite of all San Francisco's 
gifts to the metropolis. Trust Manhattan to improve or 
develop new modes. When these mucilaged prancings 
come back to you they will be the worse for their visit 
to the East. It is not the character of the shows, how- 
ever, that is focussing the eyes of blue-coated censors ; 
not at all. The question is merely whether a cafe privi- 
lege applies simultaneously to the serving of broiled 
lobster and white seal and the antics of variety artists. 

Of course there are complications. The restaurants 
that give their shows openly, in the general dining- 
room, are not regarded with severe disapprobation, but 
there are some that have fitted up rooms on upper 
floors and made entrance to this department a matter 
of selection — for reserved-seat holders only. It is the 
latter class which is stirring up trouble. Descriptions 
of the performances given in these somewhat secluded 
temples of Thespis and Terpsichore would, perhaps, 
not be accepted as evidences of steady progress in the 
uplift movement. Should the courts sweep away the 
whole departure the proprietors of the gilded cafes 
would be the least disturbed of the interested parties. 
Presumably the seekers of diversion and the performers 
employed would be more aggrieved. 

Another San Francisco importation is receiving its 
share of attention as I write. Many New Yorkers have 
seen the carnival New Year's eve in the San Francisco 
of years ago. Much later the idea was taken up in 
Manhattan, and now for three or four times the usher- 
ing in of a new year has been made an occasion of 
boisterous good-fellow demonstration. The streets have 
not been markedly celebrant, except for a few blocks 
along the great white way, but in the cafes the hilarity 
has been unconfined. There is a one o'clock closing 
hour law that affects the sale of wine, but that restric- 
tion has been brought forth with mildness, and often 
entirely overlooked with official complaisance. This 
year it is asserted that it will be enforced, hence timely 
preparation. Advance orders are required for seats at 
tables, and, further than that, the wine to be consumed 
must not be only selected in brand and quantity before 
the fateful night, but actually paid for long before the 

doors open for the gayety-loving crowd. We shall 
have our pleasures, undoubtedly, but our efforts to 
imitate and patronize San Francisco are causing no end 
of strategical rearrangement. Flaneur. 

New York, December 26, 1911. 


"California's Way." 

The Portland Oregonian, which apparently keeps a 
shrewd eye upon matters and things in California, pre- 
sents a few remarks under the heading "California's 
Way," which, while a bit unpalatable in the swallowing, 
may nevertheless be good for wdiat ails us. Here they 

California is insurgent — oh, so insurgent ! It has an in- 
surgent governor, who fairly oozes insurgency by day and 
dreams insurgency by night. It has an insurgent or two in 
the lower House of Congress. It has an insurgent senator, 
who spouts insurgency by the hogshead. It has an insurgent, 
or near-insurgent, legislature, and it has a population that 
swallows whole any insurgent bait its self-anointed band of 
popularity-seeking apostles offer them. 

When President Taft visited California last October to break 
ground for the great Panama-Pacific 1915 Exposition, Gov- 
ernor Johnson condescended to meet him at the state line ; 
but he declined to take part as guest or host in a great ban- 
quet at San Francisco in the President's honor. The entire 
demeanor of California's insurgent governor during the Presi- 
dent's stay was of forced courtesy and sneering and jaunty 
hospitality. The President was made to feel that California 
would have been glad if he had remained away. California 
was so busy with its preparations for the Panama-Pacific Ex- 
position and in its wild and ostentatious rejoicing over the 
designation of San Francisco as the seat of the official celebra- 
tion that it was obviously annoyed by the interruption of a 
presidential visit. 

The latest news from the California insurgentville is that 
under the recently framed presidential primary law, California 
is going to send a solid anti-Taft delegation to the Chicago 
convention. No doubt, no doubt. The Great California Noise 
must make itself heard somehow. 

Yet President Taft was the main influence in winning the 
battle between San Francisco and New Orleans for San Fran- 
cisco. President Taft will be the most potent factor in future 
legislation for the 1915 exposition. President Taft will be 
the voice through which foreign nations will be called upon 
to participate. President Taft's active and continued friend- 
ship is indispensable to the success of the exposition. 

But President Taft is broad-minded and generous, and will 
overlook the meanness of California and the littleness of its 
governor. California knows that and relies upon it, and will 
continue to bid for favors to come and to forget benefits past. 

Recently when the Declaration of Independence and 
the Constitution, the two most notable documents in the 
United States, were brought to light for the first time 
in years, and subjected to examination by the Secretary 
of State, they'were found to be in as good condition as 
when they were placed in their present abiding place, a 
steel safe especially made for their custody. The four 
pages of the Constitution and the resolution submitting 
the instrument to the states for ratification are in ex- 
cellent condition, the ink being as black and legible as 
when it was used, a century and a quarter ago. The 
ink is of a quality that will outlast any ink of the pres- 
ent day. The body of the Declaration of Independ- 
ence is still legible, although not nearly in so good con- 
dition as the Constitution. Nearly every signature to 
the instrument, however, is almost entirely obliterated. 
Both documents are written on parchment with a quill 
pen, and are kept in a light steel safe. This safe is not 
fireproof, however, and orders were therefore given at 
the time of the recent inspection for the construction of 
a new repository for the instruments that should be fire- 
proof, waterproof, airproof, and lightproof. Each 
page was then laid between two large sheets of glass 
and sealed around the edges, which were then bound to- 
gether in wooden frames of highly polished oak, after 
which they were placed in their former receptacle. 
They will not be taken out again until the new safe is 
provided for them. 

Application of radium, chiefly by drinking and in- 
halations, has now become quite an established usage 
in most of the German cure stations. Dr. Frumesan, 
who has visited most of them, has likewise become 
firmly convinced of the efficaciousness of the radium 
cure through inhalations, and has gone to considerable 
expense to set up an installation in Paris. The most 
effective way of applying the cure is by means of in- 
halations of radium emanations. For this purpose a 
comfortable room has been especially prepared. The 
doors and windows have been thoroughly padded and 
made almost hermetically tight. Accommodation is 
provided for eight or ten patients, who may take the 
cure simultaneously. The radium emanation is pro- 
vided by a "vollinhalatorium." a device which is al- 
ready popular and widely used in Germany. The "vol- 
linhalatorium" is a sort of upright tube, standing a yard 
or more high, at the bottom of which the radium is 
placed. Special currents of air are forced up through 
the tube and convey the emanations of radium through 
the room with the air, which is itself constantly re- 
newed with a special supply of oxygen. 

Sonneberg, the little German town on the Thuringia, 
is recognized as the largest toy-manufacturing centre 
in the world. In addition to its summer resort busi- 
ness, it has been credited with the annual production of 
some 24,000,000 toys aggregating in value $4,000,000. 
There are about 40,000 people engaged in making toys 
in Sonneberg and in the nearby villages in the Thurin- 
gian forests. Fully 75 per cent of this number work in 
their own homes. 

Two hundred tons of wood pulp are required by the 
London county council in making next year's supplies 
of tramway tickets. 

Mrs. Matthew T. Scott, president of the national so- 
ciety of the Daughters of the American Revolution, is 
the owner of a land tract of 10,000 acres in Illinois, on 
which she is conducting a "back to the farm" enter- 
prise. Only a short time ago Mrs. Scott was elected 
president of a coal mining company, to succeed Adlai 
E. Stevenson, formerly Vice-President of the United 

Lieutenant John M. Timmons, newly appointed chief 
naval aide to President Taft. is an athlete and some- 
thing of a man-bird. In 1905 he was detailed to take 
part in a series of balloon experiments at Philadelphia, 
and narrowly escaped death in a balloon that was car- 
ried 250 miles to the north before the huge bag could 
be brought down. At Annapolis he was captain of 
the 'varsity crew in 1900. 

Rev. Dr. Robert Collyer, who celebrated his eighty- 
eighth birthday recently in New York, has been a Uni- 
tarian preacher since 1859. Prior to that time he was 
a Methodist local preacher. He was born in Yorkshire, 
England, following the trade of a blacksmith in his 
earlier vears. He came to the United States in 1850. 
Dr. Collyer is now pastor emeritus of the Church of 
the Messiah, in New York. 

George Bakhmetieff, the new Russian ambassador, is 
no stranger at Washington, having been secretary of 
the legation during the administration of President Ar- 
thur. He speaks English fluently, is a man of broad 
ideas, has a wealth of native wit and saving humor, and 
an American wife, who by right of birth, has entree 
into the most influential circles of her native country. 
She is a daughter of General Edward Beale. 

Clarence Hawkes, the blind poet-naturalist: of Had- 
ley, Massachusetts, is one of the most skillful fishermen 
in New England. He lost his sight twenty-sr fen years 
ago in a hunting accident. Following a i ourse in 
Perkins Institute for the Blind, he took up Kterature. 
After three years he found that he was naming a 
fair living. He has a dozen nature books to his credit, 
some volumes of verse, and is in demand as a lecturer. 

Frank Bradley, who furnishes the brains for much 
of the subway work in New York, involving the ex- 
penditure of millions of dollars, began life as a brick- 
layer, after graduating from high school. He is now 
president of the Bradley Construction Company, em- 
ploying an army of 7000 men and thousands of horses. 
Bradley is only thirty-three years of age, and is so 
wrapped up in his work that he frequently spends six- 
teen hours a day on the firing line. 

James Chambers, mayor-elect of Everett, Massachu- 
setts, and former member of the legislature, was a dav 
laborer not so many years ago. He is a native of 
Kilkeel, Ireland, and when a youth learned the shoe- 
maker's trade. For four vears he sailed before the 
mast, and after coming to this country worked for a 
time as a carpenter's helper, as a hod-carrier, and as 
a laborer in a brass foundry. In time he became super- 
intendent of the foundry, and had meanwhile become 
interested in politics. 

Professor Morris Jastrow, Jr., wdio has been ap- 
pointed by the secretary of the Smithsonian Institution 
as one of the delegates on the part of the United States 
to the International Congress of Orientalists, to be held 
at Athens next April, is professor of Semitic languages 
at the University of Pensylvania. He is a native of 
Europe and was educated in France and Germany. Pro- 
fessor Jastrow is an acknowdedged authority on Semitic 
religions, languages, and literatures, and is the author 
of numerous important works. 

Robert E. Smith, who recently sold a small lot in 
New York for $1,000,000, receiving the highest price 
per foot ever paid in the city, arrived from Russia 
thirty-one years ago, a peasant boy of sixteen, with just 
$6 to his name. Of his slim capital he invested four 
dollars in a peddler's outfit, made a little money and 
saved it. Then he began making plush coats in a dingy 
loft. This proved a great success, business rapidly in- 
creased, and investments proved fortunate. His motto 
has been, "Pay every dollar when it's due." 

Miss Sallie Tompkins, just elected a member of Lee 
Camp (Virginia) Confederate Veterans, enjoys the 
distinction of having been the only woman commis- 
sioned as an officer in the Confederate army. M^s 
Tompkins established and maintained at her own ex- 
pense the Robertson Hospital, where 1300 wounded and 
sick Confederate soldiers were treated between July 1, 
1861, and June 1. 1865. When the Confederate Secre- 
tary of War required all military hospitals to be in 
charge of an army or naval officer. President Davis 
commissioned Miss Tompkins a captain of infantry. 

General Hugh Bancroft, who has just been appointed 
chairman of the board of directors of the port of Bos- 
ton, finds himself at the age of only thirty-two in a 

$15,000 position, in charge of the spending of $9,1 ,- 

000 of the state's money and the development of the 
port. He was a precocious child, finished Harvard at 
the age of seventeen, took a civil engineering course, 
studied law, and was admitted to the bar. rowed on the 
college team, served in the Spanish war, and finally 
took up the active practice of law. at which he was 
unusually successful, lie is a big man — over six feet 
in height — with a great capacity for hard work, lil 
yachting, but is only ordinary at tennis and \ 


J. ARY 6, 1912. 


"When Doty, Junior, Came Into His Own. 


Dennis Doty and Hilaria Joyce, his wife, were spoken 
of behind their backs as Business and Pleasure; so 
much was he addicted to the one ; she, devoted to the 
other. His business was drink; her pleasure, the dance. 
To be sure, there were who spoke of her addiction 
and his devotion. But, as saith the dominie in his 
cups: Jug; not that ye be not jugged. 

Common friends, holding that Nature is Aristotelic in 
her philosophy and seeks ever to preserve a dignified 
mean, called it an ideal partnership, that of the Dotys. 
or Dotings, as they were monnakered of the under- 
worldlv. Dennis was tall, thin, dark, lame, and hook- 
nosed; Hilaria Joyce, short, thick, fair, footed like 
Terpsichore, with a concavity in her nose where was 
his convexity. 

Altogether, so well assorted a couple as Business and 
Pleasure, the world that loves a lover had never before 
seen. To see them was of a truth inspiring. So much 
so that. once the jokesmith of the wholesale juggery 
over which that genius Doty presided, while under the 
influence, his ego in a fine frenzy rolling, made a feeble 
attempt to do the pair of them poetic justice in a quat- 
rain yclept "The Partners," of which his good name I 
have filched him, hoping thereby to enrich me. The 
poor fellow being since deceased, filling a drunkard's 
grave. I am bound by nil nisi to speak naught of him 
but good. Nathless let the evil that he did live after 
him. speak for itself and me, thus : 

He figured much at the office, 
She figured much at the ball : 
And so it was neither one figured 
Where t'other one figured, at all. 

Among aforesaid friends 'twas a foregone conclusion 
that the children, born eclectics, would one and all take 
of Dennis's too much and add it to Hilaria's too little, 
and vice versa; take, for instance, a slice of his Roman, 
which added to her retrousse would result in something 
exquisitely Grecian. The husband's delight to make 
money, the wife's to spend it. would indubitably issue in 
offspring born to the belief that all work and no play 
makes Jack a dull boy ; all play and no work, Jill a duller 
girl. In brief, by means of the attraction of these op- 
posites. of the intermingling of these too pronounced 
tvpes, would be maintained the average dear to the 
heart of the wise all-mother. 

Of the senior and silent partner, this much: His 
name, as has been said, was Dennis, which is Greek 
for Bacchus: and he looked the part, like the god come 
down in the world, unworshiped, emaciated, with scarce 
a leg to stand on. fallen upon lidded days, out-of-joint 
times wherein those doctors of morals, the Prohibi- 
tionists, make a religion of that capital operation, cut- 
ting out the booze. Dennis's capacity, too, was Dio- 
nysian: Strong drink was his strength rather than his 
weakness. Like a god he carried his cups ; if manlike 
in his pockets the wherewith to counteract the breath of 
suspicion. On business bent, he found it full easy to 
walk the chalk: in momentary argument, to go from 
point to point straight as a string. 

Of the junior and speaking partner, but a word: 
Gently, genteelly, bedewed with diamonds and pearls, 
her extra dry witty conversation sparkling like cham- 
pagne, she was for the firm the greatest ad ever. At 
those charity balls that discover a multitude of society's 
sins, she looked like nothing in the world so much as 
readv money, albeit money that talks not loudly but in 
subdued tones, with the artistic reserve of reserve 
funds, suggestive of unlimited more. Obviously and 
above-board pleasure-loving, she was good as gold; as 
was her husband's credit. 

Hilaria Joyce, then, was in society and her element, 
the dancing set: Dennis, in the liquor business and his. 
She drank of flattery to her heart's content, without 
being thereby intoxicated, losing her head. Driven of 
the commercial devil, he drank freely of his own 
brands and knew nothing of pickmeups and the morn- 
ing after. From the fell disease drunkenness, he was 
constitutionally immune. Had Hilaria known the facts 
of the case, she never would have believed the truth: 
the coexistence of such capacity and such sobriety as 
her Dennis's: and would have divorced him for the 
drunkard he wasn't— that is, could she have. A disso- 
lution of partnership on the grounds of habitual drink- 
ing, no judge of good liquor living would grant. Only 
men given to seeing things ever saw Dennis drunk. 
There was a bon mot in the Doty family, a sort of 
heirloom which Dennis was overfond of parading, to 
the effect that the drinker had not gone to extremes so 
long as the drink had not gone (to extremes under- 
stood, i. c, head and feet). On the other hand, it must 
have been an unwritten saw of the D'Esterres (Hilaria 
Joyce was nee D'Esterre) that until one had danced 
head off with dizziness and one's feet with weari- 
ness, there was no such thing as too much waltz. 

Once a day at least they met. these extremes. Ex- 
treme Pleasure, Extreme Business — if not at breakfast- 
time, then at dinner-time, or at bedtime, he coming 
belated from the office: she, from the ball. Met at all 
times with unfeigned gladness Dennis Duty and Hilaria 
Joyce, hi i wife. 

An ideal partnership and no mistake, the partners in 

every v ry complementary the one of the other, with 

, omicant, if hoi consequent, domestic felicity thai 

ng to be desired — except, save only, that the 

I.', mi Dennis's game leg and Hilaria's Hying 

i the foregone conclusions of common friends 

her justified nor unjustified of events. Like 

a black beetle in the bottom of the drained amber glass 
remained the fact that made Dennis heart-sick: the 
hope deferred of some glad day sign-painting over the 
door of the juggery: 


Doctors were consulted, and postfree system books 
sent for posthaste. It profited the physicians, et al., 
much; the patients (there were two of them), nothing. 
The doctors looked wise, put their heads together and 
shook them: the patients looked foolish, put their 
heads together, and shook them (heads and doc- 
tors). Having dismissed profane science with much 
profanity on Dennis's part and many tears on 
Hilaria's. the partners at last resorted to having the 
proper thought held (for a consideration) over them. 
All to no purpose. Heartily sick of her husband's 
heart-sickness, the young wife, to her credit be it said, 
searched diligently for some old wife's remedy that 
might prove efficacious. In vain. 

The years danced or dotted and went on. A happi- 
ness sad and sacred descended upon the unblest-with- 
children Dotys, the blessedness of Carlyle, which is 
not to be confounded with commonplace happiness, if 
happiness at all (we leave the question to be settled by 
Herbert Spenserian penmen), a blessedness that bid 
fair to be broken but by Death. 

But the fates that see to it that the historian gets 
daily bread decreed that the Dotys should have a his- 
tory to write. Out of the gray blue of their quiet au- 
tumn afternoon sky, the thunderbolt of birth. For the 
silver wedding of the partners came a present not un- 
expected : a fulfillment of hope that made Hilaria Joyce 
the joyful mother of a man child; a fulfillment of fear 
that made the heart of Dennis Doty sicker than could 
have hope indefinitely deferred. 

Congratulatory customers, friends, and acquaintances 
who visited the juggery expecting the proprietor to 
open up proud-fatherwise, were doomed to disappoint- 
ment and dryness not of pommery sec. Dryly Dennis 
thanked them, gentlemen, one and all. Dumb and glum 
as the doubting husband of Elizabeth, he dotted and 
went on about his business. When consulted of his 
wife anent the christening, he spoke writingly: "My 
name is Dennis, so is his." He was preoccupied, and 
the thought he took added no cubit to his stature, nor 
goodly fraction thereof, but subtracted. From the way 
he treated the belated little guest, one would diagnose 
that his heart had died of that dread sickness, hope de- 
ferred. Had the mother's name been Sara instead of 
Hilaria Joyce, she could not have had more visitors of 
the philoprogenitive sex. The infant was a prodigy, a 
curiosity. Yet not a single one of them declared of the 
sleeping amorphous bit of humanity, though Doty 
listened for it as a prisoner for reprieve : ''It's the 
dead image of its daddy, bless its itty heart !" 

The deferred hope, babyhood left behind, was seen 
to favor neither father nor mother. He was indeed 
the most impartial of progeny imaginable, even by 
prophetic friends. The unpronounced type personified, 
he was neither thin nor thick, tall nor short. His hair 
was dunducketty mud-colored; his nose, nondescriptly 
straight. In his walk was nothing noticeable, nor limp 
nor lightness of foot. As to the character of the poor 
nobody's kid, his spirit had evidently procured to habit 
in a fitting body. He overdid nor work nor play. 

"He's no son of mine !" disowned him the father, 
smiling grimly as who should speak a true word in 

"Just look at him !" the mother adjured. "He's as 
much a son of yours as he is of mine !" 

Honors were easy. To all appearances, Dennis, Jr., 
was no more a child of the one than of the other. He 
was a changeling. 

Left severely alone of his father, strung on his 
mother's apron, the boy grew apace. In all three of 
the Doty family. Time the transmogrifier had wrought 
his inevitable changes. Mrs. Doty had taken to wear- 
ing aprons and neglecting pleasure : Mr. Doty had 
taken to wearing carpet slippers and neglecting busi- 
ness; which latter, however, like the youngster, was 
on such a firm footing that it could run itself. Dennis, 
Jr.'s once amorphous face had become shapely to a 
fair-to-middling degree; but favored Dennis. Sr.. no 
jot or tittle more than in shapeless babyhood. Fur- 
tively the father scrutinized his own clean-shaven face 
in the dining-room glass, opposite which he sat, and 
then his son and heir's. The result was invariably the 
same : the punishing of an extra innocent bottle. 
Frowning, the liquor merchant took his smile, and that 
not because his better half frowned it down, and 
brought up her offspring teetotally on milk and water. 

And yet, thanks to the motherhood of Doty mere, to 
self-accusation and consequent magnanimity in the dead 
heart of Doty pere, the partners drifted not apart, but 
ever nearer and nearer. Fully realizing that his addic- 
tion to business had left his wife to her own devices, 
Dennis was devotion's self, not to say, divine forgive- 
ness's. If his game leg had forbidden his dancing even 
of lancers, he might at least have danced that pas-seul 
that pleases woman more than waltz or two-step; 
namely, attendance. 

The winged horse Happiness strayed or stolen. Doty 
locked the door and made it his business to attend on 
his wife's pleasure. They went out together to now 
and then a dinner parly and. an odd dance. Hilaria 
Joyce, on her side, began to take a French citizeness's 
pleasure in her husband's business, making oi it table 
talk: and if Sorrow sat there below the salt, the con- 
versation was none the less unconstrained. 'Twas in 
fact strangely companionable. The unvoiced doubt in 

Doty's mind, the dumb devil of which he \/a«.,possessed, 
did not amount to madness, a fixed idea. None the 
less, it was his tragedy (their?). His unhappiness was 
enough to entitle him to a history, and to spare. 

Came a dining-out evening when Hilaria Joyce, 
scarcely less resplendent than of yore, kissed her young 
hopeful good-night, extracted from 'the large of his 
age and milksoppy youth the usual promise to be lonely, 
studious, and go to bed early — kissed him twice: once 
for herself and once for his undemonstrative father; 
and left him to his tender conscience and the like mer- 
cies of Bridget Dunne, the cook lady, whose night out 
it was. 

Coward-makers, like cook ladies and other divinities, 
have their days off; their nights out. 

By merest chance, the sticking of a fateful but not 
fatal fishbone athwart the gullet of their hostess, who 
hospitably made light of the contretemps, Doty pere 
and Doty mere came at a for them, adults, unreasonably- 
early, nay, unseasonable, hour. The result of such 
haphazard homecoming was nothing if not surprising, 
causing a scene, if not a catastrophe, in the hitherto 
quiet domestic drama. Not to prolong the suspense, 
they surprised Dennis, Jr., in the act of drinking the 
last of twelve high-schoolboy guests under the paternal 
table ; and were themselves duly surprised. The inlaid 
floor of the dining-room was literally strewn with dead 
soldiers of Doty's Best, and their intermingling dead. 
Moreover, to judge from the debris of eatables, 
Bridget's generous larder had been commandeered, or. 
to hear her tell it, gutted. It being his tender con- 
science's night out, to dine alone, do his lessons, and go 
io bed like a good bov, seeminglv liked Dennis, Tr., not 
at all. 

Like a little man. however, he stood his ground and 
faced the music ; that is to say, the disconcerting silence 
of his dumfounded parents; and, with a-louder-spoken- 
than-words "Here's looking at you," downed the ar- 
rested bumper. 

Hilaria Joyce, playing her woman's part to perfec- 
tion, promptly fainted and took her place among the 
dishonored dead. The unnatural husband and father 
let her down easy. Then sternly he addressed himself 
to the culprit: "Dennis! the truth, so help you: How 
many of these here brave officers did you put out of 
commission ?" 

"My full .share, sir — and more !" Dennis owned up 

"Come here !" 

Dennis was slow to obey. Never had his father laid 
violent tongue, much less unmetaphorical hand, on him. 
One long moment the lad "soldiered." Then, as if 
minded to take his medicine Spartanwise, he marched 
soldierly forward the length of the dining-room to 
where his father stuud framed in the doorway, a Neme- 
sis in evening dress. Not a hair's breadth did he dc 
viate from the line of march, nor once stumble over 
the dead. The ordeal by firewater which he had under- 
gone had apparently no more effect upon the milksop 
than if his name had been Shadrach, Meshach, or Abed- 
nego, instead of Dennis. Unscotched, he came out of 
the fiery furnace, nor so much as smelled of the smoky 

Dennis, Sr., seized the miracle by the shoulders. The 
living soldier wavered not. but stood at attention; his 
glance met his father's unflinchingly. 

Suddenly Doty pere, the undemonstrative, released 
the lad. fell back, regarding him strangely, and then, 
springing forward, crushed him to his heart. 

"My son! My own boy! My very own!" he cried 
crapulously, blind drunk with delight. 

The evidence was incontestible. That Dennis. Sr., 
embraced his flesh and blood was no longer possible to 
doubt. Nothing less than the Doty constitution could 
have stood the gaff, the hundred-proof test. 

Thus embracing and embraced, indubitably father 
and son, the mother, coming to of her own accord, 
found them. 

Promptly she refainted dead away, letting herself 
down easy, a smile strange and new on her placid face. 

Thus father and son they found her. 

"Come, let's give her a good jolt, in' boy." 

"But there isn't a jolt left, dad!" 

"There isn't, eh? Here, then, gimme that ridicu- 
lous feather and a match !" 

For the second time, Mrs. Doty came to on her own 

"Oh. no. you don't. Dennis!" she sat up to say. as 
one who speaks with maternal and uxoral authority. 

Bright and early the next morning the sign painters 
were at work. Harry Cowell. 

Sax Francisco, Januarv. 1912. 

The Chinese chrysanthemum was introduced into 
England as far back as 1764. but apparently became ex- 
tinct there soon after. A purple variety, however, 
having come from China to France in 1789 reached 
England six years later. These fetched a high price 
until their easy propagation became known. The skill 
and industry displayed in procuring varieties expanded 
with such rapidity that the English soon became rivals 
even to the Chinese and Japanese themselves. Thus 
the chrysanthemums soon escaped from the confinement 
of conservatories and rapidly spread themselves over 
every part of the island, filling the casements of the cot- 
lagers and the parterres of the opulent, 

Virginia now leads all other states in the fish indus- 
try, according to the annual report of the \ lrgmia fish 

January »-. 



London's First Collection of Pre-Raphaelite Canvases. 

Passengers by the 'bus which plies between Charing 
Cross and the somewhat drab suburb of Heme Hill 
must sometimes grow curious as to what "the Tate" is, 
so frequent are the requests made to the conductor by 
obvious strangers that he would "put them down" at 
the point nearest to that establishment. Most of those 
strangers are Americans. And it is corroborative of 
the requests addressed to the conductor of the Heme 
Hill 'bus that all our transatlantic visitors of the past 
summer have, without exception, been more enthusi- 
astic over the pictures in the Tate and Wallace collec- 
tions than over those which adorn the National Gallery 
on Trafalgar Square. 

For, unknown though the fact may be to most cock- 
neys, "the Tate" is a picture gallery. It is a monu- 
ment to sugar; to "Tate cube sugar." And perhaps 
that is one reason why it is so well known to Ameri- 
cans. For it occurs to me that in grocery stores all 
over the United States, east and west and north and 
south, I have seen more "Tate cube sugar" boxes than 
in any other part of the globe. Hence the inscription 
on a pillar of the gallery to the effect that that building 
and so many pictures were presented to the nation by 
Henry Tate "as a thanks offering for a prosperous busi- 
ness career of sixty years." Americans of half a cen- 
tury ago little realized that every pound of "Tate cube 
sugar" they consumed was a contribution to a picture 
gallery. But their children have grown conscious of 
the fact, and that may account for their determination 
to participate in the generosity of their ancestors. 

Or, on the other hand, their persistence in unearthing 
the gallery may be accounted for by a desire to study 
the art of their compatriots. For Sir Henry Tate, 
grateful for the esteem in which his sugar was held on 
the other side of the Atlantic, was a liberal patron of 
American art — or, at any rate, that kind of American 
art which was painted on English soil. Here, then, a 
couple of Sargent's and one characteristic Whistler 
have found a permanent home. One of the Sargent's 
is preeminently British in theme, a tragic portrait of 
Ellen Terry as "Lady Macbeth" ; the Whistler is of 
pure Londonese, for its subject is an impressionistic 
"bit" of "Old Battersea Bridge" secured in those days 
when that viaduct over the Thames was nothing more 
than an ungainly wooden structure. 

Now however, "the Tate" is a more desirable art- 
lover's haunt than ever, for its somewhat nondescript 
canvases have within the past week been supplemented 
by a really notable collection of Pre-Raphaelite pictures. 
This is a distinct event in the art history of London. 
For. notwithstanding the numerous picture galleries of 
the English capital, the Pre-Raphaelite school has never 
before been worthily represented in the heart of the 
empire. Such an omission is, of course, quite in keep- 
ing with British traditionalism. Despite the royal in- 
junction of "Wake Up England !" John Bull, Esquire, 
clings to his slough which he calls "art." All on- 
lookers save those of native birth have long been con- 
scious that the Pre-Raphaelite is the only British school 
of painting that has ever existed, and yet the collection 
now housed in the Tate Gallery represents the first 
attempt to show what the school aimed at and achieved. 

One of the most instructive features of the collection 
is the extent to which it proves that there were Pre- 
Raohaelites before Holman Hunt and John E. Millais. 
Among the heralds of the movement a conspicuous 
place must be awarded J. F. Lewis and William Dyce, 
the former of whom anticipated the Eastern realism 
of Hunt and the latter the sublimated Victorianism of 
Millais. Yet such is the potency of established fame 
that the examples of Millais, and Rossetti. and Madox 
Brown will probably prove more attractive than the 
most suggestive source-pictures of less familiar artists. 
And certainly those examples, with some worthless ex- 
ceptions, are of such a quality that the conductor of 
the Heme Hill 'bus ought to be busier than ever in 
directing passengers to "the Tate." 

Among the pictures by Rossetti there are replicas 
of two famous paintings, the "Beata Beatrix" and the 
"Donna della Finestra." Both, it will be remembered, 
owe their inspiration to the artist's absorption in the 
story of Dante and Beatrice, the former depicting the 
death of the poet's love under the semblance of a trance 
and to the accompaniment of copious symbolism ; the 
latter an interpretation of Dante's swooning grief on 
learning that Beatrice was dead. To Londoners, how- 
ever, the greatest novelty will be the glorious "Sir 
Galahad," a water-color of rare decorative quality, rich 
in the atmosphere of romantic days, distinguished in its 
drawing, and radiant in its coloring. Of course the 
picture is crowded with symbolism, as was Rossetti's 
manner, but every touch so blends with the scheme of 
the composition that nothing stands out as a riddle 
to the disturbance of the effect of the whole. Different 
but not less attractive is the interest which attaches 
to the same artist's original studies for his famous 
"Found," that picture of a rustic lover discovering his 
old sweetheart in the streets of London in the depths 
of degradation, which was a "lifelong vexation" to the 
artist because he was charged with appropriating the 
theme from a poem. These studies are of supreme 
value as showing how idle are the imputations of "weak 
draughtsmanship" so often brought against Rossetti. 

How sternly the Pre-Raphaelites grappled with 
realism is pertinently illustrated by the "Work" and 
"The Last of England" of Madox Brown. The scene 
of the former, a canvas which depicts a band of work- 

men excavating a street for the laying of water-pipes, 
is so faithfully presented that Hampstead suburbanites 
will recognize the spot in a glance. But the interest of 
the picture is not merely topographical ; apart from its 
minute realism in setting, and the unstudied manner in 
which the workmen are portrayed with as little effort at 
composition as though the artist had been reproducing 
a snap-shot photograph, the canvas is attractive be- 
cause, in the persons of two idle onlookers, it intro- 
duces the figures of Thomas Carlyle and F. D. Maurice. 
The portrait of the former has been strangely over- 
looked by the biographers of the sage. "The Last of 
England" is even more painfully literal. Painted when 
the artist had some thought of exiling himself from his 
native land, its chief figures are a man and his wife 
on an outward-bound steamer gazing with the pathos 
of farewell upon the receding white cliffs of England. 
It perpetuates in a singularly compelling manner the 
sadness of emigration, and the huddled figures of the 
mournful couple convey a vivid sense of the bleakness 
of life at sea. Here, again, there is a secondary por- 
trait interest, for the emigrants are the artist and his 

In fact portraits are common in Pre-Raphaelite pic- 
tures. The brethren either painted from themselves, or 
sat for each other, or press-ganged their friends as 
models. That was one way to sacrifice to realism and 
save fees. But posterity is the gainer, not alone in the 
examples cited, but also in Millais's studies for his 
masterly "Lorenzo and Isabella," which are now hung 
at "the Tate." Here, then, are more portraits, and also 
pregnant illustrations of the stages by which the artist 
achieved the most dramatic of his pictures and one 
which he never excelled for wealth of minute detail 
and the number of figures introduced. With these 
studies has come "The Blind Girl," a composition which 
for its pathetic truth and simplicity represents the high- 
water mark of Millais's Pre-Raphaelite period and is 
valuable from a literary standpoint because the back- 
ground introduces the rural home of Henry James. 
How greatly the artist declined from the summit 
reached in that picture is painfully obvious from his 
theatrical "Mariana at the Moated Grange," a "pot- 
boiler" of those degenerate days when Millais prosti- 
tuted his gifts to supplying colored supplements for the 
Christmas numbers. Taken in the mass, however, this 
collection of Pre-Raphaelite work shows how a resolve 
to present on canvas what is seen in nature may have 
a different than the anticipated result. It proves, in- 
deed, that faithfulness to detail may yet be trans- 
formed by the spirit in which the details are handled. 

Henceforward, then, with this wholesome leaven of 
supreme art, it may be that the Tate Gallery will enter 
upon a new and more vital stage in its history. It is 
impossible to recall the sombre building — Millbank 
Prison — which stood on the site it occupies without 
being reminded of that poet who at a dinner-table cov- 
ered with a vase of flowers a stain on the cloth made 
by an overturned glass of wine. This temple hung 
with the fair creations of art promises to obliterate 
more and more the memory of the human depravity 
once prevalent in the building it has replaced. 

Henry C. Shelley. 

London, December 19, 1911. 

A novel method has been adopted by the Prague 
police authorities to detect the perpetrators of high 
crimes and misdemeanors. When a person of distinc- 
tion in the annals of crime is being sought and the 
police experience difficulty in laying hands on the sus- 
pect, in future they will send to every cinematograph 
exhibition in Bohemia a photograph of the person 
"wanted." During the entertainment the picture will 
be shown with some little explanatory note and at the 
conclusion each member of the audience will be free to 
act as an amateur detective. It seems verv likely that 
this method will be fruitful in actions for damages. 

Rev. Robert Brandon, Baptist minister, tailor, poet, 
and author, who lately celebrated his ninety-fifth birth- 
day, is said to be the oldest officiating minister in Lon- 
don, if not in the kingdom. He preaches about once a 
month at a place in Chelsea, where he has ministered 
for sixty-four years. He has to be carried to his 
church in a bath chair, for he has been a cripple since 
he was two years old, when one of his legs became 
paralyzed. He practically educated himself, earning 
tuition money as a tailor. In spite of his physical dis- 
ability, he has always manifested great activity and 


The "snow flower," so named because it blooms only 
in the depth of icy winters, is to be found growing on 
Siberian soil. When it opens, it is star-shaped, its 
petals of the same length as the leaves, and half an 
inch in width. A Russian nobleman took a number of 
the seeds to St. Petersburg. They were placed in a 
pot of snow and frozen earth. On the coldest day of 
the following January the miraculous flower burst 
through its icy covering, and displayed its beauties to 
the wondering spectators. 


In the Japanese capital there are 538 poor men's 
hotels. The northeast of the capital is where the great- 
est number is to be found. In these inns the traveler 
is lodged in a room with a superficial area id three feel 
by six. If the traveler be better off and requires more 
cubic feel of inn he can obtain an apartment the same 
length, but double the breadth, and if he be more fas- 
tidious he can have the luxury of an apartment six feet 
bv nine. The lowest cost of a night's lodging is 8 sen. 


A Blow to the Horse-Breeding Industry. 

The recent sale of the famous Castleton stud near 
Lexington, Kentucky, by James R. Keene to David M. 
Look of New York, who will breed trotting horses on 
the ground where some of the greatest of thorough- 
breds first saw the light, is a sign of the times (says a 
writer in the New York Sun). It marks the passing of 
the greatest nursery where pure-blooded horses were 
bred scientifically in America and in its dissolution the 
horse-breeding industry at large receives a severe blow. 
No man who has made a study of the blood lines of 
thoroughbred families of this country and England sur- 
passes in knowledge Foxhall A. Daingerfield. who i<<r 
many years has had charge of Castleton. The result 
of his wisdom was attested year after year in the suc- 
cesses achieved by the horses bearing the white with 
blue spots of his brother-in-law, James R. Keene, who 
had induced the quiet, soft-voiced Virginian to move to 
Kentucky and take charge of the stud he was estab- 
lishing there. In one season the horses he had seen 
develop from babyhood won over $400,000. and the 
skill on the part of Trainer Rowe or the jockeys who 
rode them in their races would have availed nothing 
if they had not possessed the speed and stamina coupled 
with a constitution that made them stand the ordeals of 
the race-track. 

The best strains of blood to be found in England and 
America were blended with the cunning of an alche- 
mist in the Castleton product, and the results achieved 
amazed the turf world and caused all but the closest 
students of the science of breeding to despair. It was 
openly predicted a decade ago that if racing continued 
long enough the Keene horses would win the bulk of 
the rich prizes offered by the various racing associa- 
tions; and this state of affairs practically existed when 
the anti-racing legislation came into effect. Many will 
argue that the lavish expenditure of money for English 
mares of demonstrated families was responsible for the 
success of Castleton-bred horses, but if there hadn't been 
a proper comprehension of the merits of the various 
blood lines behind the money to dictate the selections 
millions would not have secured the results at Castleton 
year after year. 

It is a calamity in the opinion of students of the 
horse that Castleton should be abandoned as a breeding 
stud, not because the new owner will not rear trotters 
of a type that has made America famous the world 
over, the trotting horse being truly characteristic of 
this country, but because so much has been done for 
the horse family in general by the thoughtful, painstak- 
ing student who will now return to Virginia and per- 
haps give his attention to some other pursuit than horse- 
breeding the declining days of a busy career. 

No experienced students of horse-breeding will deny 
that the thoroughbred is the horse par excellence when 
it comes to the betterment of any type of horse. His 
blood is essential if improvement along the lines of 
courage, beauty, stamina, and bone is to be the goal ; 
and even devotees of the trotting horse are divided un- 
equally when it comes to the question of speed, most 
of them claiming that the cross of pure blood close up 
in a pedigree of the trotter is helpful. 

If the trotting instinct is strong enough to keep the 
individual possessing it on that gait exclusively there 
is no gainsaying the contention that the thoroughbred 
cross will make him fight out the race more resolutely. 
Nearly every pedigree of note on the trotting turf has 
more or less thoroughbred blood in it. and there are 
many half-bred horses, Palo Alto, for instance, that 
have been champions. Therefore from any point of 
view the passing of Castleton and kindred establish- 
ments which gave to the world horses of superb breed- 
ing, matchless courage, extraordinary beauty, and per- 
fect dispositions is to be deplored. 

The fact that the trotter will be reared in the pad- 
docks which once only knew the thoroughbred is not 
going to save the day for the horse interests of the 
United States, useful horse as the trotter is and per- 
fect in his own sphere. If the government is to have 
the type of horse necessary for its cavalry and artil- 
lery the thoroughbred horse is its only salvation. 

The nation is face to face with a serious problem. 
Many of the best of the stallions that were the pride 
of the United States are being sold to go abroad, and 
if some of those who still own good examples of the 
blooded horse do not follow the example of August 
Belmont and donate horses to the governmental stud 
there will be a situation to be dealt with at a later day. 
If the thoroughbred is an exile from his own country, 
driven forth because there is no proving ground upon 
which he may exhibit his worth and recompense his 
breeder, whither is the nation to turn for its parent 
stock? To England, France, Germany, or some for- 
eign power, where vast sums have been expended on 
the breeding problem. It is not a comforting prospect 
for patriotic Americans to contemplate. 

Thirty-five or forty years ago most of the bit; i. 
men of Kentucky bred both thoroughbreds and trotters. 
Then the thoroughbred obtained the ascendancy in 
some portions of the state, owing to the larger prizes 
offered in racing competition and the fact that the 
breeder was enabled I') turn his product into money 
so much more quickly because "i two-year-old racing, 
the contest- fur lighl harness horses being ..i" such a 
nature that mature development was demanded Be 
i ausi of their superior earning capacity thi 
bred, except in isolated cases, yielded a - 
at the auction block. 


January 6, 1912. 



Mr. Ernest Thompson Seton Describes a Voyage to the 
Region North of Aylmer Lake. 

It is bard to understand why any one should under- 
take journeys of exploration while it can be done vi- 
cariously by Mr. Seton. To read a volume by Mr. 
in is to experience all the delights of the trail and 
to reduce its difficulties and dangers to a point com- 
patible with the easy chair and a good fire. By travel- 
ing in the aforesaid way, vicariously, we are able to 
meet all perils and hardships with that philosophic calm 
to which the true explorer should aspire, while so far 
as the lighter aspects of the journey are concerned we 
can rely upon an exuberant descriptive power and a 
fertility of imagination that might be lacking in our- 
selves. By all means let Mr. Seton do our traveling 
For us. and especially into the far and frozen Xorth. 

This particular journey was one of 2000 miles in 
search of the caribou. It carried the author by canoe 
into the region north of Aylmer Lake far down the 
Peace and Mackenzie Rivers, the noble streams that 
"'roll their mile-wide turbid floods a thousand leagues 
to the silent Arctic Sea." He set off down the Atha- 
basca River with one companion. Mr. Edward A. Preble 
of Washington. D. C, and while his chief object was to 
the caribou he was prepared also to gather natural- 
history material and to complete the shore line of Ayl- 
mer Lake and to explore Clinton-Golden Lake. The 
travelers took with them a full supply of provisions 
from \\ innipeg. being unwilling to relv upon the game. 
but as it happened the game walked into their camp 
every day. Incidentally the author tells us that he shot 
a lynx at Pelican Portage, the first time he had used 
a gun in many years and the only time upon this trip. 
but the meat was a godsend to two old Indians who 
were sickening upon a long diet of salt pork: 

Being the organizer, equipper, geographer, artist, head, and 
tail of the expedition, I was, perforce, a'so its doctor. 
Equipped with a '"pill-kit." an abundance of blisters and 
bandages and some "potent purgatives," I had prepared my- 
self to render first and last aid to the hurt in my own party. 
In taking instructions from our family physician, I had learned 
the value of a profound air of great gravity, a noble reticence, 
and a total absence of doubt, when I did speak. I com- 
pressed his creed into a single phrase : "In case of doubt. 
look wise and work on his 'bowels.' " This simple equipment 
soon gave me a surprisingly high standing among the men. 
I was a medicine man of repute, and soon had a larger 
practice than I desired, as it was entirely gratuitous. The 
various boatmen. Indians, and half-breeds, came with their 
troubles, and. thanks chiefly to their faith, were cured. But 
one day John MacDonald the chief pilot and a mighty man 
on the river, came to my tent on Grand Island. John com- 
plained that he couldn't hold anything on his stomach; he 
was a total peristaltic wreck indeed (my words : his were 
more simnle and more vivid, but less sonorous and profes- 
sional). He said he had been going down hi'l for two weeks, 
and was so bad now that he was "no better than a couple 
of ordinary men." 

"Exactly so." T said. "Now vou take these oills and you'll 
be all right in the morning."' Next morning John was back, 
and complained that my pills had no effect: he wanted to 
feel something take hold of him. Hadn't I any pepper-juice 
or brandy? 

I do not take liquor on an expedition, but at the last moment 
:i \\ innipeg friend had giyen me a pint flask of pure brandy 
— "for emergencies." An emergency had come. 

*'Tohn ! you shall have some extra fine brandy, nicely thinned 
with pepper-juice." I poured ha'f an incb of brandy into a 
tin cuo. then added half an inch of "pain-killer." 

"Here, take this, and if you don't feel it. it means your 
insides are dead, and you may as well order your coffin." 

John took it at a gulo. His insides were not dead : but I 
might have been, had I been one of his boatmen . 

He doubled up. rolled around, and danced for five minutes. 
He did not souea! — John never squeals — but he suffered some, 
and an hour later announced that he was about cured. 

Mr. Seton has a poor opinion of Indians. While 
among themselves they are kind and hospitable they 
have a rooted conviction that all white men are rich. 
and that they are rich because they have been allowed 
to niter the country and to amass wealth. Xaturallv 
they exact all that the traffic will bear by way of well- 
earned compensation. Upon one occasion three In- 
dians came into camp and reported that a neighboring 
pool was full of fish. Might they borrow the canoe in 
order to get some: 

Away they went, and from afar I was horrified to see them 
rluhbing the fish with my beautiful thin-bladed maple paddles. 
Thiv returned with a boat'oad of three and four-pound 
suckers (Cotostomus) and two paddles broken. Each of 
i heir friends came and received one or two fine fish, for 
there were plenty. T. presumably part owner of the catch, 
since I owned the boat, selected one small one for myself. 
wh*miDon the Indian insolently demanded 25 cents for it: 
and th^se were the men T had been freely doctoring for two 
- ' Not to sneak of the loaned canoe and broken 
paddles! Then did T say a few things to all and sundry — 
stinging, bitine things, nngainsayable and forcible things — 
.--ml took nossession of all the fish that were left, so the In- 
dians slunk off in sullen silence. 

The Indians were a nuisance all the time. Guides 
had to be engaged at Smith Landing, and four natives 
were found who knew the country, but who were not 
at all anxious to give their service-. They dodged and 
delayed, but the Royal Mounted Police and the Hud- 
Bav Company arc mighty powers in the land, 
so, urged bv an officer of each, the four worthies con- 
sented to discuss the matter: 

Sullen silence greeted us as we entered : we could feel their 
covert an'agonism. Jarvis is one of those affable, eood- 
t-mpcred individuals that most persons take for "easy." In 
■some ways he may be so. hut 1 soon realized that In 

in. 1 e d( men and their ways, and he whisoered to me: 
"Tbev i eaii to block us if possible." Sousi undei 

1 had some English, but the others professed ignor- 

erythinR but Cbipcwvan. So it was necessary to 

rnreter. How admirably b- served us may be 

be fallowing -ample secured later. 

■lie buffalo near? 

'ah-hay was-ki busquow Kai-ah taw nip-ee-what-chow- 

es-kee nee-moy-ah. Kee-as-o-win sug-ee-meesh i-mush-wa 
mus-tat-e-muck ne-mow-ah pe-muk-te-ok ne-moy-ah dane-tay- 

Interpreter — He say "no." 

Q. — How long would it take to get them ? 

A. — Ne-moy-ah mis-chay-to-ok way-hay-o ay-ow-ok-i-man- 
kah-mus-to-ok. Mis-ta-hay cba-gow-os-ki wah-hay-o musk-ee- 
see-seepi. Mas-kootch e-goot-ah-i-ow mas-kootch ne-moy-ah 
muk-e-boy sak-te-muk mas-kootch gahk-sin-now ne-moy-ah 
gehk-kee-win-tay dam-foole-Inglis. 

Interpreter — He say "don't know." 

Q. — Can you go with us as guide ? 

A. — Kee-ya-wah-lee nas-bah a-lash-tay wah-lee-lee lan-day. 
Answer literally: "Yes, I could go if I could leave the trans- 

Interpreter's answer, "Mebby." 

As a result one of the four was secured after the 
removal of innumerable difficulties and promises of re- 
ward and compensation for every contingency. 

The author shows a continued interest in the Indians 
of the far northland. and even believes in the magical 
powers of some among them. He tells stories of their 
clairvoyance, especially in the case of an old woman 
seventy-five years of age whose astonishing powers he 
tested. He asked the priest about this old woman and 
was told that he "knew about it, and that she was 
helped by the devil." A grewsome picture of Indian 
life is given in the following incident: 

One winter, forty or fifty years ago, a band of Algonquin 
Indians at Wayabimika all starved to death except one squaw 
and her baby ; she fled from the camp, carrying the child, 
thinking to find friends and help at Xipigon House. She got 
as far as a small lake near Deer Lake, and there discovered 
a cache, probably in a tree. This contained one small bone 
fish-hook. She rigged up a line, but had no bait. The wailing 
of the baby spurred her to action. Xo bait, but she had a 
knife : a strip of flesh was quickly cut from her own leg, a 
hole made through the ice. and a fine jack-fish was the food 
that was sent to this devoted mother. She divided it with 
the child, saving only enough for bait. She stayed there 
living on fish until spring, then safely rejoined her people. 

The boy grew up to be a strong man. but was cruel to his 
mother, leaving her finally to die of starvation. Anderson 
knew the woman ; she showed him the scar where she cut the 

The Chipewyans, we are told, are dirty, shiftless, im- 
provident, and absolutely honest. Their vices they owe 
to the white man, their older men telling the author 
that "our fathers were hunters and our mothers made 
good moccasins, but the young men are lazy loafers 
around the trading posts, and the women get money in 
bad ways to buy what they should make with their 
hands" : 

Fifty years ago they commonly went half naked. How they 
stood the insects I do not know, and when asked they merely 
grinned significantly ; probably they doped themselves with 

This religious training has had one bad effect. Inspired 
with horror of being "naked" savages, they do not run, any 
sinful risks, even to take a bath. In all the six months I was 
among them I never saw an Indian's bare arms, much less 
his legs. One" day after the fly season was over I took ad- 
vantage of the lovely weather and water to strip off and jump 
into a lake by our camp : my Indians modestly turned their 
backs until I had finished. 

If this mock modesty worked for morality one might well 
accept it, but the old folks say that it operates quite the 
other way. It has at all events put an end to any possi- 
bility of them taking a bath. 

Dogs are, of course, a necessity of existence in the 
Xorth and they still have the traits of the wolf. And 
the dogs are always starving, actually and pitifully. 
They will devour anything that has the faintest trace 
of food about it. An ancient dish-cloth, succulent with 
active service, was considered a treat to be bolted 
whole, "and when in due course the cloth was returned 
to earth, it was intact, bleached, purged, and purified as 
by chemic fires and ready for new benevolences": 

In some seasons the dogs catch rabbits enough to keep 
them up. But this year the rabbits were gone. They are 
very clever at robbing fish-nets at times, but these were far 
from the fort. Reduced to such desperate straits for food, 
what wonder that cannibalism should be common ! Not only 
the dead, but the sick or disabled of their own kind are torn 
to pieces and devoured. I was told of one case where a 
brutal driver disabled one of his dogs with heavy blows : its 
companions did not wait till it was dead before they feasted. 
It is hard to raise pups because the mothers so often devour 
their own young: and this is a charge I never heard laid to 
the wolf, the ancestor of these dogs, which shows how sadly 
the creature has been deteriorated by contact with man. There 
seems no "ength to which they will not go for food. Polite- 
ness forbids mv mentioning the final diet for which they 
scramble around the camp. Never in my life before have I 
seen such utter degradation by the power of the endless 
huneer pinch. Nevertheless — and here I expect the reader 
to doubt, even as T did when first I heard it. no matter how 
desoerate their straits — these gormandizers of unmentionable 
filth, these starvelings, in their dire extremity will turn away 
in disgust from duck or any other web-footed water-fowl. 

Caribou were found in great numbers and also buf- 
falo, but the indiscriminate killing by the Indians is 
likely to exterminate them. The Indians killed every- 
thing in sight, whether thev needed it or not. and they 
not onlv refused to desist but they made trouble upon 
every occasion. And yet they were so pious. Upon 
one occasion the boat was becalmed and they prayed 
noisily for wind: 

That nicht old YVeeso said to me. through Billy, the inter- 
nreter: "Tomorrow is Sunday, therefore he would like to 
have a prayer-meeting after breakfast." 

"Te'.l him." T said, "that I quite approve of his prayer- 
meeting, but also it must be understood that if the good 
sends us a sailing wind in the morning that is His way 
of letting us know we should sail." 

This sounded so logical that Weeso meekly said, "All 

Sure enough, the morning dawned with a wind and we pot 
away after the regular sullen grumbling. About 10:20 the 
glassy calm set in and Weeso asked me for a piece of 
paper and a pencil. He wrote something in Chinewyan on 
the sheet 1 gave, then returned the pencil and resumed his 
oilotic stare al the horizon, for bis post was at the rudder. 
At length he rolled the paper into a ball, and when I seemed 
not observing dropped it behind him overboard. 

"What is the meaning of that. Billy?" I whispered. 

"He's sending a prayer to Jesus for wind." Half an hour 

afterward a strong head-xvind sprang up, and Weeso was se- 
verely criticized for not specifj-ing clearly what was wanted. 

Mr. Seton tells us a good story of his success with 
his favorite weapon, the camera. Upon one occasion 
he sighted a lynx and with the aid of Mr. Preble the 
animal was driven into a corner for the purpose of 
getting a satisfactory pose. Here he faced about at 
bay, growling furiously, thumping his little bobtail from 
side to side, and pretending he was going to spring : 

"Now, Preble, I'm going to walk up to that lynx and get 
a close photo. If he jumps for me. and he may, there is 
nothing can save my beauty, but 3 r ou and that gun." 

Preble with characteristic loquacity says. "Go ahead." 

Then I stopped and began slowly approaching the desperate 
creature we held at bay. His eyes were glaring green, his 
ears were back, his small bobtail kept twitching from side to 
side, and his growls grew harder and hissier, as I neared him. 
At fifteen feet he gathered his legs under him as for a spring, 
and I pressed the button, getting No. 3. 

Then did the demon of ambition enter into my heart and 
lead me into peril. That lynx at bay was starving and despe- 
rate. He might spring at me, but I believed that if he did 
he never would reach me alive. I knew my man — this nerved 
me — and I said to him : "I'm not satisfied ; I want him to fill 
the finder. Are you ready?" 


So I crouched lower and came still nearer, and at twelve 
feet made No. 4. For some strange reason, now the lynx 
seemed less angry than he had been. 

"He didn't fill the finder: I'll try again," was my next. 
Then on my knees I crawled up. watching the finder till it 
was full of lynx. I glanced at the beast; he was but eight 
feet away. I focused and fired. 

And now, oh, wonder! that lynx no longer seemed annoyed: 
he had ceased growling and simply looked bored. 

Seeing it was over, Preble says, "Now where does he go ? 
To the museum ?" 

'No, indeed !" was the reply. "He surely has earned his 
keep: turn him loose. It's back to the woods for him." We 
stood aside : he saw his chance and dashed for the tall tim- 
ber. As he went I fired the last film, getting No. 6 : and so 
far as I know that lynx is alive and well and going vet. 

The numbers above mentioned refer to the photo- 
graphs admirably reproduced as evidences of photo- 
graphic daring. 

At Fort McKay the author left the Chipewyan coun- 
try and entered that of the Crees. and a new guide be- 
came necessary. A half-breed named Robillard seemed 
suitable for the purpose, but as in more civilized coun- 
tries there was an interposition of the eternal feminine: 

Robilliard was a thin, active half-breed of very dark skin. 
He was willing to go for $2 a day the round-trip (eighteen 
days), plus food and a boat to return with. But a difficulty 
now appeared ; Mme. Robilliard, a tall, dark, half-breed 
woman, objected : "Elzear had been away all summer, he 
shou'd stay home now." "If you go I will run off into the 
backwoods with the first wild Indian that wants a squaw," 
she threatened. "Now," said Rob. in choice English. "I am 
uo against it." She did not understand English, but she 
could read looks and had some French, so I took a hand. 

"If madame will consent I will advance $15 of her hus- 
band's oay and will let her select the finest silk handkerchief 
in -the Hudson's Bay store for a present." 

In about three minutes her Cree eloquence died a natural 
death : she put a shawl on her head and stepped toward the 
door without looking at me. Rob nodded to me. and signed 
co go to the Hudson's Bay store ; by which I inferred that 
the case was won ; we were going now to select the present. 
To my amazement she turned from all the bright-colored 
goods and selected a large black silk handkerchief. 

The men tell me it is always so now : fifty years ago every 
woman wanted red things. Now all want black : and the 
traders who made the mistake of importing red have had to 
import dyes and dip them all. 

A book by Mr. Seton is naturally expected to con- 
tain some results of a careful observation of animal 
life and they abound in these fascinating pages. Amon? 
much else of the kind we are told that the coyote will 
become a vegetarian upon due provocation and the 
diet agrees with him. But the lynx, less adaptable, 
must have meat or he will die of hunger while the 
coyote will keep himself in good condition upon berries. 
Here, by the way, is a good story of a weasel: 

On that same night we had a curious adventure with a 

All were sitting around the camp-fire at bedtime, when T 
heard a distinct patter on the leaves. "Something coming." 
I whispered. All held still, then out of the gloom came 
bounding a snow-white weasel. Preble was lying on his back 
with his hands clasped behind his head and the weasel fear- 
lessly jumped on my colleague's broad chest, and stood peer- 
ing about. 

In a flash Preble's right elbow was down and held the 
weasel prisoner, his left hand coming to assist. Now, it is 
pretty well known that if you and a weasel grab each other 
at the same time he has choice of holds. 

"I have got him," said Preble, then added feelingly, "but 
he got me first. Suffering Moses ! the little cuss is grinding 
his teeth in deeper." 

The muffled screaming of the small demon died away as 
Preble's strong left hand crushed out his life, but as long as 
there was a spark of it remaining, those desperate jaws were 
grinding deeper into his thumb. It seemed a remarkably 
long affair to us. and from time to time, as Preble let off 
some fierce ejaculation, one of us would ask. "Hello ! Are 
you two still at it." or, "How are you and your friend these 
times, Preble ?" 

In a few minutes it was over, but that creature in his 
fun- seemed to have inspired himself with lockjaw, for his 
teeth were so driven in and double-locked, that I had to pry 
the jaws apart before the hand was free. 

The weasel may now be seen in the American Museum, 
and Preble in the Ag-iculrural Department at Washington, 
the latter none the worse. 

The substantial scientific results of Mr. Svton's jour- 
ney must necessarily go almost unnoticed in such a 
sketch as this, but those who are interested in the 
geography and natural history of the Far Xorth will 
not be dissatisfied with this fine volume. But its appeal 
will not be only to science. It will prove equally de- 
lightful to those who love the records of adventurous 
journevs set forth with a vivacity and ^ humor that 
never flags. 

The Arctic Prairies: A Canoe Tourney of 2000 
Miles in Search of the Caribou. By Ernest Thomp- 
son Seton. New York: Charles Scribner's Sons; $2.50 

Tanuary 6, 1912. 



The Beacon. 

Mr. Phillpotts turns again to Dartmoor for 
the motif of his latest story. And Dartmoor, 
under Mr. Phillpotts's treatment, becomes not 
only a locality in which convenient charac- 
ters may be found, but a gigantic and brood- 
ing genius watching over its children and im- 
pressing them with its own varied nature of 
mountain and plain. Nature in Dartmoor has 
a certain grim and pitiless import that allows 
no one wholly to escape a spell that makes 
the good man better and the bad man worse, 
that permits of no human nonentities, and 
that snatches away the veils with which hu- 
man nature likes to disguise itself. And so 
all the characters in "The Beacon" are of di- 
rect speech. If they love each other or hate 
each other they say so, and when hatred 
reaches a certain point it is followed by vio- 
lence and murder. And we are made to see 
that every character corresponds with, and is 
inspired and strengthened by, some feature 
of the landscape, a form of high descriptive 
art much neglected by those who fail to see 
that the mind of nature and of man is iden- 

The framework of the story is simple 
enough. The heroine is a London barmaid 
of an unusual kind or she would not have 
been attracted to Dartmoor. She falls un- 
der the spell of Cosdon Beacon, and in its 
lofty and repeKant grandeur experiences the 
inner growth with which nature always re- 
wards sympathy. Her two lovers are of op- 
posite types. One is a child of the plains, 
weak-willed and affectionate, and the other 
strong, rough, and uncompromising. We 
know at once that she will marry one and 
that she will love the other. But the narra- 
tive itself is the least of the charms of a 
powerful story. It is a story that displays 
the unusual clairvoyance of an author who 
recognizes the life of nature and its inter- 
play with the life of men. It is a story not 
so much of the people of Dartmoor as of the 
Dartmoor that includes men and women just 
as it includes hills and valleys, rivers and 

The Beacox. By Eden Phillpotts. New York: 
John Lane Company; $1.30 net. 

Scientific Mental Healing. 
Mr. H. Addington Bruce has written a use- 
ful book, one that makes no pretense to psy- 
chological research, but that is content to 
record what others have done to reduce men- 
tal healing to a science. But it would seem 

that not very much has been done by trie 
mental healers lu chart the more obscure 
planes of the mind. We are still a long way 
from a true psychology, a psychology that will 
explain the source and nature of thought apart 
from its physiological basis. There is abun- 
dant use of such terms as subliminal self and 
the sub-conscious, but we are still in the 
dark as to what these things are, nor can we 
understand how there can be anything under- 
lying consciousness and which is neither con- 
sciousness nor matter and yet which controls 
consciousness. We may also deprecate the 
pervading idea that there is anything more 
scientific about the mental healing of today 
than about that of two thousand years ago. 
The practitioners of both periods seem to have 
discovered that certain results follow certain 
causes, but as to why they follow, what are 
the actual forces engaged and a dozen other 
problems of a like nature we have also theo- 
ries that are about as numerous as the inves- 
tigators. But within his self-imposed and 
modest limits Mr. Bruce has done a good piece 
of work and one well designed to bring us 
abreast with modern achievement. 

Scientific Mental Healing. By H. Addington 
Bruce. Boston: Little, Brown & Co.; $1.50 net. 

The Fruitful Vine. 

Perhaps "The Unfruitful Vine" would have 
been a better title, and it may be said at once 
that Mr. Hichens states the problem, but 
leaves the solution unsupplied. 

His book has many faults, but it is thought- 
producing, and there are those who will say 
that this is the worst fault of all. We have 
to think so much nowadays in the way of 
duty that we are inclined to shrink from the 
same process as a pleasure. 

We have heard a good deal lately about the 
couples who can have children but who won't. 
What are we to say about those other couples, 
numerous enough, who want children, but who 
can not have them. 

It is to such a couple that Mr. Hichens in- 
troduces us. Sir Theodore Cannynge and his 
wife Dolores have been married for eight 
years and have nothing to show for it. To 
make matters worse, Sir Theodore is dotingly 
fond of children, and as they will not come 
to him he goes to them. That is to say, he 
haunts the house of his friends, the Denzils, 
who have little ones galore, and so when his 
wife is giving a tea party Sir Theodore is 
found, not at the post of social duty, but play- 
ing tag with the Denzil children. Then Den- 
zil himself dies. Sir Theodore becomes the 
guardian of his children, and as his widow is 
fair to look upon we know what happens 
without the telling. 

Now what is a woman to do who has no 
children and who is likely to lose her husband 
because of the "unfruitful vine." It is hard 

to say what she ought to do, but it is easy to 
say that she ought not to do what Dolores 
did and that was so fatally easy to do in 
a country like Italy, where lovers are many 
and where the pursuit of a woman is a recog- 
nized form of sport. 

But the story is too long. It is too leis- 
urely. It meanders too much. Perhaps when 
we know what is coming, and of course we do 
know, there may be the delights of a long- 
drawn-out and unholy anticipation. But it 
would have been improved by condensation in 
spite of the cleverness and the art that shine 
out upon every page. 

The Fruitful Vine. By Robert Hichens. New 
York: Frederick A. Stokes Company. 

The Problem of Freedom. 

Professor George H. Palmer deserves com- 
mendation at least for his courage. Unde- 
terred by the library of inconclusive volumes 
already existing on the subject of free will 
and determination he devotes some two hun- 
dred pages of lucid arguments to a further 
exposition. Does future action present itself 
to us as a duality ? Have we a freedom of 
choice in any of the affairs of life? Have 
we liberty of action when we decide to live 
in New York and not in Boston or do we 
merely watch the war of motives and then 
follow the winner? If causation is an all- 
pervading law of nature, then all actions must 
be sequential, and therefore are not free. But 
then, again, what do we mean by causation? 

The author manages to steer a middle 
course with considerable skill. Physical ob- 
jects, he seems to suggest, are wholly under 
the law of determinism, and so far as human 
beings are physical they, too, are under the 
same law and are bound up with what already 
exists. But human beings have "a strange 
power of imaginative forecast by which they 
are able to lay hold of the future and make it 
a factor in shaping the present ; and this is 
antesequential causation, the ground for free- 
dom." And yet it might seem that the fore- 
cast of the future, once made, ceases to be- 
long to the future and belongs to the past or 
to what already exists. Action is then domi- 
nated by the forecast and not by the future. 
Moreover, since action will be governed by 
the accuracy of the forecast, we must deter- 
mine the basis of accuracy and its probability, 
which lands us once more in the past. But the 
book is a brilliant piece of reasoning and a 
notable contribution to a fascinating problem. 

The Problem of Freedom. By Professor George 
H. Palmer. Boston: Houghton Mifflin Company; 
$1.25 net. 

Th« Common People of Rome. 

No more fascinating book of its kind could 
be found than these studies of ancient Roman 
life and literature by Professor Frank Frost 
Abbott. It should be something of a cor- 
rective to modern conceit to note how little 
we have advanced since paternalism first be- 
came dominant in Rome and since the Roman 
government prided itself on opening public 
baths and wash houses for the people. Los 
Angeles is doing that same thing now and 
lauds herself as a pioneer in civilization be- 
cause of it. Diocletian denounced the rich 
and their luxuries, attributed to them the high 
prices of necessaries, in language almost iden- 
tical with a radical newspaper of today. 
Plautus tells us of the trusts that were 
founded to control prices and the "trust 
problem" was as much a reality in ancient 
Rome as it is today. Capital and labor were 
highly organized, and labor was indefatigable 
in its efforts to secure special privileges for 
its guilds. There were benefit societies, burial 
societies, and insurance societies. The man 
in the street talked then just as he talks 
now. He discussed the claims of rival polit- 
ical candidates, he studied the political plat- 
forms, he read the advertisements in public 
places, and he protested against their deface- 
ment of the scenery. It is indeed hard to 
find a single feature of modern life, a single 
reform, a single problem, without its counter- 
part in ancient Rome. We have even bor- 
rowed the Roman slang. A slave in a play of 
Plautus says, "Do you catch on" (tenes ?). 
"I'll touch the old man for a loan" (tangam 
senem, etc.), or "I put it over him" (ei os 
sublevi). The illiterate Roman used the 
double negative just as it is used today. "You 
ought not to do a good turn to nobody" 
(neminem nihil boni facere oportet). 

The author gives us eleven chapters in all. 
Perhaps the most interesting to the casual 
reader are those on the high cost of living. 
the corporations, and the labor unions. But 
the scholar will find a mine of information in 
the chapters on the spread of the Latin lan- 
guage, and the language and the poetry of the 
common people. 

The Common People of Ancient Rome. Ey 
Frank Frost Abbott. New York: Charles Scrib- 
ner's Sons; $1.50. 

The Little Green Gate. 
There is room here for some discussion 
between ethics and sentiment. Peter Mar- 
chant is a fashionable young man who has 
fallen in love in the usual convenient and 
fashionable way with a young woman of his 

own set. Then he meets with a real v. an, 

and as this is his first introduction to the 
species he falls actually in love with her. 
What ought he to do? Should he marry the 
nice little butterfly who has his promise or 

the human woman who has his heart? Un- 
fortunately the case is further complicated by 
the fact that the butterfly girl loses her 
money through the ruin and suicide of her 
father and thus becomes absolutely dependent 
upon marriage. It is a knotty problem and 
the reader must solve it for himself after he 
has reached the end of a well-told story. 

The Little Green Gate. By Stella Callaghan. 
New York: G. P. Putnam's Sons. 

American Industries. 

Mr. James C. Mills has produced a work 
that should be in demand among those who 
want something lighter than statistics" and 
heavier than vague generalities about Ameri- 
can industries. In the course of as many 
chapters he deals with lumber, salt, sugar, 
paper, rubber, leather, molding, graphite, and 
sightless workers, and he illustrates his sub- 
ject with fifty photographs well chosen to 
illustrate the text. Mr. Mills is something 
more than a compiler. He writes as though 
he understands his topic and he deals not 
only with the present state of American in- 
dustries, but with their history and probable 

Searchlights on Some American Industries. 
by Tames C. Mills. Chicago: A. C. McClurg & 
Co.; SI. 50 net. 

The Forbidden "Way. 

Without being in any way a big story, Mr. 
Gibbs gives us a picture of incidents that 
have happened a hundred times in American 
life. We have a rich mine in the West, its 
successful theft, the invasion of New York 
by the newly rich, and the final struggle with 
the great corporation determined in its turn 
to rob the thief. Of course there is a beau- 
tiful Western girl for whom the predatory 
male characters struggle as fiercely as they 
do for the mine, and if the author finally ar- 
ranges matters in an amicable way it is a 
triumph of the domestic affections rather 
than of the broader virtue of honesty, of 
which no one seems to think at all. 

The Forbidden Way. Bv George Gibbs. New 
York: D. Appleton & Co.; $1.25. 

The Ideal of Jesus. 

Dr. William Newton Clarke writes a book 
of refreshing breadth and practicality, and 
one that it would be hard to assail except 
from the standpoint of the crudest dogma- 
tism. The ideal of Jesus, he argues, was an 
ideal of human society, an ideal that would 
bring the kingdom of Heaven upon earth and 
that was little enough concerned with post- 
mortem states or fates. Dr. Clarke has not 
only an enlightened theology, but he pre- 
sents it in an enlightening way. 

The Ideal of Jesus. By William Newton 
Clarke. New York: Charles Scribner's Sons; $1.50 

Briefer Reviews. 
"What of the Happy New Year," by Jane 
Ellis Joy (Duffield & Co. ; 30 cents), is an at- 
tractive booklet of good advice and whole- 
some sentiment well worth the half-hour that 
it takes to read. 

"Practical Course in Botany," by E. F. 
Andrews (American Book Company ; $1.25), 
is intended for secondary schools and is de- 
signed to bring the study of botany into close 
touch with the practical business of life. 

"Little Uplifts," by Humphrey J. Desmond 
(A. C. McClurg & Co.), is a tasteful little 
collection of "sentiments of cheer and in- 
spiration." There is something worth saying 
and worth remembering upon every page. 

Those who are thinking of buying a house 
would do well to read "That House I Bought," 
by Henry Edward Warner (G. W. Dillingham 
Company ; 75 cents net). The experiences 
appear to be real and they are undeniably 

The Macmillan Company have added 
"Henry V" and "As You Like It" to the 
Tudor Shakespeare. The former is edited by 
Lewis F. Mott. Ph. D., and the latter by 
Martha Hale Shackford, Ph. D. Price, 3S 
cents net each. 

"Girls and Education," by Le Baron R. 
Briggs, president of Radcliffe College (Hough- 
ton Mifflin Company; $1 net), deals with some 
of the problems that confront girls and their 
parents in the educational field. The author 
writes with sympathy and understanding. 

"Joys of the Road," compiled by W. R. B. 
(Browne's Bookstore, Chicago; $1 net), is de- 
scribed as a little anthology in praise of 
walking. Among the authors quoted are Car- 
man, Hazlitt, Stevenson, Thoreau, and Bur- 
roughs. It is a neat little volume and at- 
tractively bound. 

Those who want a brief and concise ac- 
count of the naval affairs of the nation can 
hardly do better than read "The United States 
Navy." by Henry Williams (Henry Holt & 
Co. : $1.50 net). Its nine chapters are unen- 
cumbered with technicalities and contain just 
the information needed by the busy man and 
ihi photographic illustrations arc excellent. 

"The Champion of the Regiment." by 
Everett T. Tomlinson (Houghton Mifflin 

Company; $1.50), is an historical story of the 
best kind for boys. It is a narrative of the 
siege of Yorktown and of the events preced- 
ing the surrender of Cornwallis. It is well 

told, historically accurate, and without bom- 

"The Vista of English Verse" is a well- 
selected anthology compiled by Henry S. Pan- 
coast (Henry Holt & Co.; $1.50 net). It is 
reprinted from "Standard English Poems," 
with additional selections, and its convenient 
form and handsome binding make it a de- 
sirable possession. 

The Bobbs-Merrill Company are to be con- 
gratulated upon their large size edition of 
Tennyson's "The Princess." Printed on 
heavy paper and in good type, its chief deco- 
ration is the illustrated work of Howard 
Chandler Christy, whose full and half-page 
drawings in line and color appear upon every 

'"Cupid's Fair- Weather Booke" is suf- 
ficiently described by its title, and by its sub- 
title, which is "An Almanack for Any Two 
Years (true love ought to last that long)." 
Text and colored illustrations are by John 
Cecil Clay and Oliver Herford, and the pub- 
lishers are Charles Scribner's Sons. Price, 
$1 net. 

"The Boy's Life of Edison," by William 
H. Meadowcroft (Harper & Brothers; $1.25), 
is a thoroughly satisfactory book and one that 
is free from the literary sin of writing down 
to one's audience. The autobiographical 
notes are by Mr. Edison himself, and he sup- 
plies also a brief foreword to the effect that 
"this book, designed for boys and girls, is 
published with my consent." There are some 
good illustrations. 

"The Children's Educational Theatre," by 
Alice Minnie Herts (Harper & Brothers ; 
$1.25 net), is a careful exposition of an edu- 
cational scheme for enlisting the sympathy of 
children in moral and intellectual ideas 
through the agency of the stage. The author 
has worked along these promising lines for 
seven years and deserves commendation not 
only for the reasonableness of her theories 
and her success in carrying them out, but 
also for the lucidity with which she now 
sets them forth in book form. 

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The Law and Labor. 
It might be thought that the law in its rela- 
tion to the employment of labor hardly stands 
still long enough to be looked at, much less 
recorded, and Dr. Lindley Clark frankly ad- 
mits the difficulties that lie in the way of an 
adequate presentation. At the same time he 
has done a useful work in the best possible 
way. He cites a sufficient number of repre- 
sentative cases to cover the problems usual to 
the day so far as they apply to workmen and 
employers in their relations as such. These 
are set forth in well arranged chapters and 
buttressed with a good table of contents, ap- 
pendix, list of cases cited, and index. Nowa- 
days we pass new labor laws whenever we 
happen to think of it, but Dr. Clark has done 
the best possible to set forth the actual state 
of the common law in easy and accessible 
form. As an example of thoroughness it may 
be said that the index contains thirty-seven 
entries under the title of "injunctions" and 
over twenty under the title of strikes. More- 
over, he writes as a lawyer who is concerned 
only with facts, and he never deviates into 
the domain of the special pleader or the advo- 

The Law of the Employment of Labor. By 
Lindley D. Clark, LL. M. New York: The Mac- 
millan Company; $1.60 net. 

Stories by Leonard Merrick. 
Mr. Merrick has the art of the story- 
teller to a high degree and he writes long 
stories and short stories equally well. This 
volume contains sixteen of the shorter kind, 
many of them of French life and marked by 
a certain depth of vision and absence of 
froth and silliness rare enough when so many 
writers are determined to sparkle or to die in 
the attempt. Unfortunately they do neither. 
Mr. Merrick's characters are usually real 
people, and he seems to know a good deal 
about them. 

The Man Who Understood Women. Ey Leon- 
ard Merrick. New York; Mitchell Kennerley; 

Gossip of Books and Authors. 
Mrs. Agee, whom her readers know as 
Fannie Heaslip Lea, has, since her marriage, 
left New Orleans, her old home, and taken 
up her abode permanently in Honolulu, where 
her husband is a government official. Mrs, 
Agee's "Jaconetta Stories," which have found 
great favor with the magazines, are to be 
gathered together in a book which will ap- 
pear under the Sturgis & Walton Company 

Prizes have been offered by publishers for 
reviews of their books, and the efforts that 
succeeded have been published, usually to the 
confusion of professional critics. The New 
York Globe presents the following as a fair 
copy of the style favored in the awards re- 
ferred to : "The point of this book is that 
it is more than a novel. It is life. . . . No 
such picture of manners in the northern part 
of Cook County has ever been published. The 
book makes a universal appeal. For months 
after the last page is turned the reader is 
obsessed by the haunting healthiness of the 
author's viewpoint, which rings in the ears 
like a strain of old wine." 

Teffery Farnol, the author of "The Broad 
Highway," is planning a visit to this country 
just as soon as he completes his new novel, 
"The History of an Amateur Gentleman," 
which will be published in book form by 
Little, Brown & Co., the publishers of "The 
Broad Highway." 

That literature in England is suffering from 
a worse censorship than the drama is the 
protest of a writer in the Bookseller. His at- 
tack is directed at the libraries, which, in his 
view, constitute a particularly irritating tri- 
bunal because of their very exemption from 
the formal and open passing of judgment up- 
on the books they exclude from their shelves. 
Disappointed authors are therefore without 
the solace that disappointed dramatists pos- 
sess in being able to put Messrs. Redford and 
Brookfield into the pillory of their wrath by 
name. The writer does not question either 
the power of the libraries to exercise control 
over the character of the books which they 
are responsible for placing before the public, 
or the desirability of that power. But he 
speaks of an impression that libraries have 
committed this function to an irresponsible 
court of unknown inquisitors, "of whose 
qualifications for their extremely delicate 
work nothng whatever is or can be known, 
either by the literary profession or by the 
reading public." 

Henry Snowden Ward, secretary of the 
Dickens Fellowship in England, died sud- 
denly in New York a few days ago. One of 
his latest efforts was the preparation of an 
article for Lippincott's Magazine on "Charles 
Dickens and Women." which will be pub- 
lished in Tebmary when the Dickens cente- 
nary is due. 

Lucas Malet, whose new novel. "Adrian 
Savage," was recently published, is the young- 
est daughter of Charles Kingsley. Her life 
has curio'.isly followed in the footprints of 
1 •- fuher. She was born and now lives and 
the spot made famous by him. The 
Eversley, on the outskirts of the 

old Windsor Forest, near Sandhurst, the 
English West Point. After her marriage to 
Mr. Harrison, a clergyman, she lived for 
some time at Clovelly, amid the Devonshire 
surroundings of her father's boyhood. The 
Kingsleys have a close American connection 
aside from the readers of Lucas Malet's and 
Charles Kingsley 's novels. A son of Charles 
Kingsley, Maurice, lived in this country most 
of his life. 

Professor Hiram Bingham, of Yale, who 
has just returned from Peru, is soon to com- 
municate the valuable results of the expedi- 
tion to the public through Harper's Magazine. 
Professor Bingham believes that his party 
were the first white men since Pizarro to see 
the pre-Inca city which they found on a high 
plateau, and in his opinion the civilization 
shown by the unknown builders of the white 
temples was further advanced than that of 
the Incas, who followed them. 

Stewart Edward White has returned to his 
winter home in Santa Barbara, where he is 
writing a new book which will deal with 

Joaquin Miller appears in the group of 
celebrities — Pre-Raphaelites and others — 
which Ford Maddox Hueffer portrays in his 
"Memories and Impressions" — a book of 
recollections concerning artistic and literary 
London a generation ago. Apparently the 
Western writer made a striking contrast with 
the gloom of Bloomsbury, then favored by 
the English poets on account of its respect- 
ability and cheapness. 

It is said that Napoleon once tried to make 
a list of all the books in the world which 
were worth preserving. He believed when 
he sat down to his task that a thousand vol- 
umes would suffice, but the list grew under his 
hands, and ultimately included 3000 volumes. 
When the emperor came to look over his first 
list he found that he had unaccountably left 
out the Bible. In his second list he forgot 
to mention not only Virgil and Shakespeare, 
but, very curiously, Moliere. 

Just seven months after the publication of 
"Queed" Henry S. Harrison's novel passed 
the 100,000 mark. The edition which Hough- 
ton Mifflin Company recently sent to press to 
supply the holiday demand brings the total 
number of copies up to 110,000. 

"From Ibsen's Workshop" is the title of 
the new volume of writings of Henrik Ibsen, 
which have just been translated for the first 
time into English by A. G. Chater. It has 
recently been published in this country. It 
contains the dramatist's notes, sketches, 
drafts, and other "foreworks" from "Pillars of 
Society" onward. Comparison of these drafts 
with the text of completed plays gives an 
idea of the way in which Ibsen developed his 
themes. The book is uniform with the vol- 
umes of the "Collected Works of Henrik Ib- 
sen," has an introduction by William Archer, 
and will be included in Scribner's New Viking 

Over a million copies of the nine best 
sellers of a recent month have already been 
printed, and over five hundred tons of paper 
has been required for the different editions. 

New Books Received. 
The Young Gem Hunters. By Hugh Pendex- 
ter. Boston: Small, Maynard & Co. 
Issued in the Camp and Trail series. 

A First Reader for Foreigners. By Mary F. 
Sharpe. New York: American Book Company; 40 

An aid to the immigrant. 

Little Stories of England. By Maude Bar- 
rows Dutton. New York: American Book Com- 
pany; 40 cents. 

For supplementary reading in upper grammar 


A Handbook of Health. By Woods Hutchin- 
son, A. M., M. D. Boston: Houghton Mifflin 
Company; §1.25 net. 

"A reading of this handbook will go far towards 
supplying the kind of skillful medical advice that 
every person should have to prevent disease, to 
prolong life, and to make the body render the 
most efficient service." 

Neptune's Isle. By John Jay Chapman. New 
York: Moffat, Yard & Co.; $1 net. 
Four plays for children. 

The Librarian at Play. By Edmund Lester 
Pearson. Boston: Small, Maynard & Co.; $1 net. 
Some reminiscent papers about libraries. 

The Girl That Goes Wrong. By Reginald 
Wright Kauffman. New York: Moffat, Yard & 
Co.; $1.25 net. 

Some side lights on the social evil. 

The Works of George Meredith. Volume 
XXVII. Various readings and bibliography. New 
York: Charles Scribner's Sons; $2. By subscrip- 
tion only. 

Final volume of the Memorial Edition. 

The Works of Hexrik Ibsen. Edited with in- 
troduction by William Archer. New York: Charles 
Scribner's Sons; $2 per volume. By subscription 

The Viking Edition, to be completed in thirteen 

Foam Flowers. By Stephen Berrien Stanton. 
New York: Moffat, Yard S; Co.; $1 net. 
A volume of verse. 

Tiie Personal History oi David Copperfieu>. 
By Charles Dickens. New York: Hodder & 

Large-sized edition with numerous illustrations 
in color by Frank Rcvnolds, R. I. 


The Plainsman. 
The man from the prairie is lean and brown, 

And keen are his kindly eyes; 
No smoke from the distant, seething town 

Is di mm ing his wondrous skies; 
His paths wind over the rolling plain — 

They follow the swales afar, 
And lead him back, through the gentle rain, 

Where the twi nkli ng ranch lights are. 

No prater is he of his tasks gone wrong — 

No creature of whim and mood — 
For the calm that maketh the weakest strong 

Is drawn from his solitude; 
At the close of day, with a task ill-done, 

When all of my toil seems vain, 
Then give me the poise of this prairie son — 

The strength of the man from the plain. 

— Arthur Chapman, in Denver Republican. 

Ireland's Eye. 
A drear, waste, island rock, by tempests worn, 

Gnawed by the seas and naked to the sky, 
It bears the name it hath for ages borne 
Of "Ireland's Eye." 

It looks far eastward o'er the desert foam; 

Round it the whimpering, wild sea-voices cry. 
The gulls and cormorants have their stormy home 
On Ireland's Eye. 

A strange and spectral head the gaunt crag rears, 

And ghostly seem the wings that hover nigh, 
Are these dim rains the phantoms of old tears 
In Ireland's Eye? 

The tide ebbs fast; the wind droops low today. 

Feeble as dying hate that hates to die. 
Blow, living airs, and blow the mists away 
From Ireland's Eye. 
— William Watson, in London Spectator. 

Journey's End. 
Here's the end of roaming, gipsy love o' mine-: 

Here's the place to settle while the world goes 
Here the fire is burning, here the lamp's ashine; 

Here's a spot to cling to till the day we die. 
Toss aside your bundle, throw your staff away, 

Snuggle to the fireside in the warm, soft gloam; 
Here's the end of roving, here's the place to stay; 

Here is quiet shelter, here's the port of home! 

All the winds are calling, glad and shrill and clear, 

Singing us the lyrics that they used to sing; 
What of all their music? We are rooted here, 

Finished with the folly and the fret of spring. 
If the road is sunny, if the rovers call, 

If the sea is luring with her milk-white foam, 
We are never troubled — we have left it all; 

Here's the end of roving, here's the port of 

Here's the end of dreamland, here's the place of 
Here's our little cottage where the roses blow; 
What to us are breezes singing of the West? 

What to us are voices that we used to know? 
Yet the road was merry, yet the life was sweet! 
How the firelight flickers on the cottage floor! 
Here's the end of travel for our weary feet; 

Here's the end of roaming — till we roam once 
— Berton Braley, in Munsey's Magazine. 

The Aviator. 
O God! To have the world below our feet! 

To mount, and glide, and soar, and looking 
Upon the little men that dot the street, 
And all the tiny tracing of the town; 

For once to measure with an infinite span 

The little things of earth, from heaven's great 

And thence to view the works and ways of man, 
And judge their values with a clearer sight! 

O Joy! to race the winds, and hear them singing, 
To cleave the clouds, and spring, and swoop, and 

And on and on, in the infinite, up-winging, 

With throbbing pulse, and sun-confronted eyes! 

To soar, alone, above, in the immense 

Blue freedom of the sky, where time and space 

Dissolve in joy of motion, and the sense 
Of power outruns the little earthly race 

Of creeping men — O God! what joy of fine 

New being this! Shall not our race grow fair, 
With powers like these? Greater, more free, di- 
From kinship with the all-transcending air! 

— Lillian Sauter, in English Review. 

My Body and I. 
I got this body in the Fleshing Shop 

When it was small and pudgy-like and red; 
No teeth it had nor could it stand erect — 

A fuzzy down grew sparse upon its head. 
At sight of it the neighbors stood and laughed, 

And tickled it and jogged it up and down; 
Then some one put it in a little cart, 

And wheeled it gaily through the gaping town. 
When it grew bigger and could walk and run, 

I wet it in the pond above the mill, 
Or took it to a building called a "school," 

And there I had to keep it very still. 
And later, when its muscles stronger grew, 

I made it sow and reap to get its grain, 
And tanned it in the summer's fiercest suns, 

And toughened it with wind and cold and rain. 
It served to keep mc near my friend, the Earth, 

It helped me well to get from place to place, 
And then, perhaps, a tiny bit of me 

Has sometimes worked out through its hands 
and face ! 
How long I've had it! Longer than it seems 

Since first they wrapt it in a linen clout, 
And now 'tis shriveled, patched and breaking 
down — 

I guess, forsooth, that I have worn it out! 
And IT Oh, bless you! I am ever young. 

A soul ne'er ages — is nor bent nor gray, 
And when the body breaks and crumbles down — 

The Fleshing Shop is just across the way! 
^-Richard Wightman, in Literary Digest. 

Public Safety 

Is a question which is given first con- 
sideration in every part of a railway com- 
pany's work, whether the road be operated 
by steam or electricity. In the rural dis- 
tricts the chief concern is with the great 
steam lines, its thundering locomotives, 
and long lines of cars. Here in the city 
public safety and the street-car system 
must be considered. 

In construction of tracks, trolley wires. 
and other fixed portions of a street rail- 
way system, every effort is made to avoid 
dangerous conditions, and when they are 
discovered, to overcome them as quickly 
as possible. 

In designing, building, and equipping 
cars the chief thought is the safety and 
convenience of the passengers. 

Every detail of the operation of cars is 
so directed as to provide the greatest 
safety, not only to passengers on the cars, 
but to all other persons using the streets 
on which the cars are run. 

Besides using every practicable precau- 
tion in the construction of its lines and 
the building and operation of its cars, a 
company must guard against carelessness 
and recklessness of pedestrians and 
drivers on the streets. 

The street-car company must also pre- 
vent its passengers, so far as possible, 
from taking risks through disregard or ig- 
norance of danger. 

For every accident that occurs, hun- 
dreds are prevented, either by the safe- 
guards provided by the operating concern 
or the watchfulness and care of its em- 

The United Railroads has constantly 
these thoughts in mind, and is constantly 
improving its equipment at great expense, 
that the thousands who use its cars daily 
may be carried in better time and ovei 
better tracks than in the past. A few 
hours spent in traveling about on the cars 
is sufficient to surprise the sightseer as 
to the great amount of reconstruction and 
new work being carried out in various 
parts of the city. 

Trainmen and others engaged in the 
operation of the company's cars are se- 
lected with closest regard for their inicl 
ligence and reliability, every effort being 
made to please the public, and complaints 
received through the regular channels are 
given prompt attention. 

Before carmen are permitted to go on 
duty they are instructed in such a manner 
as to give them the highest appreciation 
of their responsibilities. In this the com- 
pany is very exacting. This training is 
continued, and even the oldest and most 
trustworthy in the corporation's employ 
are reminded constantly of their duty in 
protecting the public against accident. 

Hygiene is taken into consideration in 
the operation of cars. Cleanliness is 
rigidly enforced, and in the car barns such 
a cleaning goes on as would surprise the 
general public which takes it for granted 
that the proper attention is given the mat- 
ter, without, however, devoting any par- 
ticular thought to the details involved in 
the workings of a great street-car system. 

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The charm of "The Fortune Hunter" holds 
yood and strong, even at a second hearing. It 
is a jolly little comedy, of a thoroughly Amer- 
ican type. It is a characteristic of our theatre- 
going compatriots to particularly love comedy 
in which smiles and tears playfully jostle each 
other. Not that there are any tears to speak 
of in "The Fortune Hunter." But when those 
whose changing fortunes make up the story 
feel the pinch of hard times or learn the 
hard lesson of the world's scorn for poverty, 
there are so many laughs sandwiched in the 
very heart of moods of discouragement and 
dejection, that a momentarily clouded counte- 
nance is almost a promise of something amus- 
ing to follow after. 

"The Fortune Hunter" belongs to a class of 
plays that are an entertaining mixture of 
realism and cheerful improbabilities. The task 
of persuading the audience to accept the im- 
probabilities is generally placed in the hands 
of some player of particularly engaging per- 
sonality. On the present occasion, fortu- 
nately for those who haven't seen the play — 
and for that matter for those who have — 
Fred Niblo is still the young fortune-hunter 
who goes fishing for heiresses in rural waters. 
Mr. Niblo has a whole lot of qualifications 
for the role. In the first place he is young and 
personable. In the second, he is a comedian 
by instinct. In the third, he is a particularly 
engaging young man. In the fourth, he has 
a nice voice that he knows how to use ; and in 
the fifth, he has a nice face upon which he 
understands the art of deploying a whole army 
of conflicting expressions. Oh, and in the 
sixth, he has a most useful pair of eyes, that 
do anything their owner wishes them to. 
They can make him look like mother's grieved 
little boy, they can express kindness of heart, 

a boyishly ardent partiEanehip, reproof to a 
fellow-aiimcr, and affectionate admiration for 
an elderly saint. They can do big execution 
with country belles on the other side of the 
counter, and they can make their entrapped 
owner look like a schoolboy running away 
from a nimble switch. They always look 
youthful, boyish, engaging. And the audience 
is just as much taken with the owner of the 
versatile orbs as is Josie Lockwood, the 
heiress, and the too-willing object of Nat 
Duncan's and his friend's ingenious con- 

As a contrast to Mr. Niblo's very attractive 
impersonation of Nat Duncan, we have Frank 
Bacon as the old inventor. 

This impersonation is really something 
choice in the line of acting. It is delightful 
to see the delicacy and restraint with which 
this actor (who might easily have hardened 
in the mould of routine stock work) has 
placed before us the portrait of a good, guile- 
less, gentle old lover of humanity, whose trust 
in his fellow-beings has remained green and 
unwithered, even with hard times and failure 
remaining as the sole reward for a lifetime 
of industry. It was both pleasant and edi- 
fying to see these two masters of their craft 
together on the stage. The stereotyped player 
could pick up a va'uable lesson in acting from 
them for every five minutes they were on the 
stage. Neither is ever guilty of slipping into 
grooves for a moment. Each is agreeably in- 
dividual in his work. There is a sort of kin- 
ship in their roles in this respect : the young 
man must make himself likable, the old one 
lovable. Now it is easy, given suitable op- 
portunity in a play, for players to awaken our 
sympathy and romantic interest. But these 
two must make us like them so much that we 
thoroughly understand Henry Kellogg's de- 
voted and persistent regard for his unsuccess- 
ful young friend, and his young friend's 
equally generous determination to shed finan- 
cial benefits upon the old inventor. Both 
succeeded. We know to the bottom of 
our boots that Nat could never have fished 
out his last borrowed dollar, and spent it so 
freely upon a stranger. But that stranger's 
guileless faith in the good intentions of an 
inscrutable future, his gentleness, his mellow- 
ness, the twinkle of kindly humor in his faded 
eyes, his sweet fatherliness, his incapacity to 
believe in the existence of meanness and 
greed, so endeared him to us that we wasted 
not one sigh upon the problematical useful- 
ness of that last dollar. 

When the author stretches the elastic im- 
probabilities of "The Fortune Hunter" almost, 
if not quite, to the breaking point, we are in 
such a state of indulgent regard for the two 
new friends that we are in no mood to do 
anything but gayly and sympathetically follow 
wherever he leads us. Inability is magically 

transformed to ability, failure to success. The 
city youth becomes converted to the rural life, 
and acquires a fixed antipathy to expensive 
habits and his newly won heiress. The illite- 
rate and ragged daughter experiences a Cin- 
derella transformation, and everything goes 
because everything favors our two pets. 
What is good for them is good for us. 

Mr. Winchell Smith, the author of this 
pleasant little comedy, has given us some very 
neatly outlined rural types, and some scenes 
which may be said to be fairly typical — at 
least from the popular point of view — of life 
in remotely rural districts. At any rate, 
they are amusing and entertaining, and give 
life and variety to the play. 

Betty Graham, the daughter of the old in- 
ventor, is played this time by Josephine Cohan, 
who, though not suitable in appearance to the 
.role of a country girl in her teens, is a much 
better actress than her predecessor in this 
role, and wins the favor of the audience by 
the sincerity and truth with which she depicts 
the revolt and the repentance of the daughter, 
and the quiet, resigned grief of a girl who is 
called upon to renounce what her heart is 
set on. 

The other girls in the village were very 
well played, but the neatest sketches in the 
line of rural types were the drawling old gos- 
sips smoking by Sam Graham's rusty, vener- 
able stove, and turning over, with infinite 
relish, as if it were a quid of choice tobacco, 
the succulent item about the coming of a 
strange young man among the "yaps" who 
make up the male population of ruraldom. 

Phil Bishop gives a very clever sketch of 
a sun-burned "yap" whose look, dress, and 
speech all smack of the country; and Frank 
Bowman's sheriff is also a very clever and 
amusing characterization, as also his picture 
of "Hi," the oldest inhabitant. Vernon Mc- 
Donald's companion portrait of old Watty also 
should receive special mention. Other rural 
roles were very satisfactorily impersonated by 
Messrs. Burton and Breyer ; but, indeed, the 
performance as a whole is thoroughly neat 
and complete. 

Something in line with the spirit of the 
whole comedy, which amuses and touches al- 
most simultaneously, is the pathetically 
poverty-stricken appearance of old Sam's 
drug-store. As a contrast comes the urban 
smartness of the same store in a later act. 
And a similar contrast is made between an 
earlier and a later Betty. It is these things 
which show Mr. Winchell Smith's happy fac- 
ulty for catching the interest, and flattering 
the sympathies of the public. His play is just 
a playful, warm-hearted little comedy, but it 
hae excellent qualities. It is wholesome, 
merry, provocative of kindly feeling and 
happy laughter. It is very American in at- 
mosphere. For the Americans love a realistic 
representation of rural life, whether from its* 
serious or its comic side. Our literature, or 
some of the better part of it, is full of pic- 
tures of rural life, or glimpses of an old and 
traditional America that pre-dated the epoch 
of giant cities and colossal fortunes. Poverty- 
stricken indeed is the man or woman whose 
child memories includes no pictures of life, 
people, and experiences in the deep green 
country, away from the fever of a big city. 

It is partly for this that Mr. Smith has 
caught his public, partly for his particularly 
felicitous sentiment, and partly for a very un- 
mistakable talent, that approximates George 
Ade's, for giving us fresh, spontaneous, de- 
lightful humor of a purely American brand. 
Josephine Hart Phelps. 

Quite apart from their use in various 
games, playing-cards are an interesting study 
from historic and pictorial points of view. 
There are four suits, representing four classes 
of people as they were divided at the time 
the pack of cards we now use was devised by 
the French. The "spades" stood for pike- 
men or soldiers, the "clubs" for clover, typi- 
fying farmers, the "diamonds" for building 
titles, representing artisans, and the hearts 
for choirmen or ecclesiastics. The "kings" 
and "queens" at that time were more or less 
correct likenesses of certain royal and noble 
personages. Even in our modern packs it is 
said that one of the "queens" is a conven- 
tionalized portrait of Elizabeth of York, who 
was engaged to the Dauphin of France. The 
"knaves" were then the king's jesters, and 
even these cards may be portraits. All the 
court cards, in fact, retain their sixteenth- 
century characteristics. Cards are amongst 
the few things that have not changed with 
the centuries. 

Rose Eytinge, who was an associate of Ed- 
win Booth, J. W. and Lester Wallack. and 
E. L. Davenport and was a friend of the 
prominent actors and actresses of later gen- 
erations, died a few days ago in the Bruns- 
wick Home, Amityville, Long Island, where 
she has been in the care of the Actors' Fund 
of America. She had been in the home foi 
several months and had been in fairly good 
health up to four days ago, when she had 
a stroke of apoplexy. This was followed by 
another stroke which caused her death. She 
was born in Philadelphia on November 21 , 
1835, and made her first appearance on the 
stage in Dion Boucicault's one-act play, "The 
Old Guard," in the Green Street Theatre, Al- 

Arnold Daly Says Bernard Shaw Is an Egotist. 

One of the most surprising and discon- 
certing of discoveries has been made by Arnold 
Daly, the actor who tried to make George 
Bernard Shaw's plays popular in New York, 
and achieved bankruptcy before he succeeded 
in his original aim. Recently Mr. Daly went 
to England to see the dramatist who considers 
himself a much greater writer than Shake- 
speare, and he has returned with a tale of 
woe. He had a tilt with his revered master 
which resulted in Mr. Daly severing their re- 
lations and returning to his native heath. 

"Shaw's methods," he said, "are as old 
and traditional as his plays are modern and 
untraditional. He is an egotist of such stu- 
pendous magnitude that he is impossible. His 
calm assertion that God was a failure as a 
constructionist is a fair sample of the conceit 
of the man. Of his genuine accomplish- 
ments it is unnecessary for me to speak. 
They are well known. But when he assumed 
to show me how to act, I took issue with him 
at once. 

" 'My dear fellow,' I said, 'I did not come 
three thousand miles to get you to teach me 
to act. Of a knowledge of any other thing 
in the world you are my master, I grant, but 
when you get into the prompt box you are a 
joke. Your methods are antique and utterly 
at variance with true art/ 

"That was the rock on which we split. In 
business matters I have never seen such cu- 
pidity. When it comes to making a contract 
he can teach anybody on this side of the 
water more than one thing, and he demands 
his pound of flesh every time. I daresay this 
is admirable in Wall Street, but in artistic 
matters one expects a finer code. Despite 
the very generous attitude of the London 
press regarding my performance in 'Arms 
and the Man,' he refused to allow me to per- 
form in 'Candida,' and I found that this was 
for a commercial reason. I feel very keenly 
my inability to carry out the programme I 
promised London, and hope to do so in the 

No New New/ Theatre. 
The founders of the New Theatre, at Sixty- 
Second Street and Central Park West, New 
York City, which was leased early this season 
to George Tyler of Liebler & Co., announce 
that they have decided not to build another 
theatre at this time. The statement says : 

"When last spring the founders reached a 
conclusion adverse to the continued use of 
the building on Central Park West now 
known as the Century Theatre they did not 
abandon the New Theatre idea. They pro- 
vided a fund for the erection of a theatre of 
moderate size adapted to the production by a 
stock company of a repertory of modern and 
classical plays, and in order that the enter- 
prise might be independent of immediate 
financial assistance a subsidy for five years 
was subscribed. 

"The founders, however, determined not to 
begin the construction of the new building 
until they were satisfied that present condi- 
tions offered a clear field for the carrying out 
of their purpose, nor until satisfactory ar- 
rangements had been made for the manage- 
ment of the enterprise. With a view to 
reaching a conclusion upon these questions a 
careful study of the situation has been made 
and the advice of the most competent expert 
authority sought, with the result that the 
founders very reluctantly have reached the 
decision that it would not be wise to proceed 
with the enterprise at the present time." 

It is said that the difficulty of finding a 
capable and enthusiastic director of the the- 
atre was one of the greatest faced by the dis- 
couraged founders. 

The recent death of Ziem, the noted French 
artist, in Paris in his ninetieth year has pro- 
duced the usual crop of anecdotes, many of 
which, however, were printed some months 
ago when his death was prematurely reported. 
Chopin's "Funeral March," which was played 
in the church at Montmartre at Ziem's funeral 
service, was composed in Ziem's studio. One 
night after supper Ziem and his friends 
amused themselves by draping themselves in 
the bed sheets and performing an impromptu 
spectre ballet. But Chopin did not join in 
the laughter and fun. He sat down at the 
piano and soon the strains of his now well- 
known dirge reduced the noisy crowd to 
silence. The dancers stopped dancing, the 
laughter was stilled, and thus the "Marche 
Funebre" was born. 

J. Percival Pollard, author and playwright, 
died at a hospital in Baltimore December 19. 
He was born in Pomerania in 1869, and came 
to this country when he was sixteen years 
old, engaging in newspaper work in St. Louis 
in 1891. Later he did editorial and literary 
work in Chicago and New York. He was the 
author of several books, one of which was 
"Recollections of Oscar Wilde." With Leo 
Ditn'chstein, Mr. Pollard wrote a play called 
"Nocturne." Another, "The Ambitious Mrs. 
Alcott," was produced at the Astor Theatre, 
in New York, three years ago. The plays 
had little success. 

Sam Bernard will revive "That Girl from 
Kay's" and shelve "He Came from Mil- 

Barrie's Forgotten Play. 
To write a play, to put it aside, to forget 
all about it, and then to have it discovered 
and put successfully on the stage, is the ac- 
cepted procedure in books. That it sometimes 
happens in life is proved by an experience of 
J. M. Barrie. In an article about him, en- 
titled "Peter Pan's Pater," in an English 
magazine, he is quoted as telling the story in 
these words : 

I wrote "The Twelve Pound Look" one day 
when I felt like it. After I had written it, 
I threw it into a drawer and forgot all about 
it. It eluded my mind as completely as 
though I had never written it. But I was 
fond of it. I wrote it just for the pleasure 
of writing it, you know, and never imagined 
for one moment that it would be produced. 
Well, one day Granville Barker was rum- 
maging through my drawer, and he fished out 
that manuscript. Frohman was starting his 
Repertory Theatre in London, and he needed 
a one-act play. I gave him that. 

Martin Beck, head of the Orpheum Cir- 
cuit, which operates a chain of vaudeville 
theatres across the continent, announces that 
the Palace Realty and Amusement Company, 
of which he is president, has secured, partly 
by purchase and partly by lease, a large par- 
cel of land at the southeast corner of Broad- 
way and Forty-Seventh Street, in New York 
City, on which the newly incorporated com- 
pany will erect a theatre. According to Mr. 
Beck the proposed building will cost approxi- 
mately $6,500,000, including the land. It will 
be named the Palace Theatre. 

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January 6, 1912. 


In our abysmal ignorance we had sup- 
posed that American ladies who desired to 
establish their descent from distinguished per- 
sons always sent to England for the required 
proofs. The procedure is quite simple. You 
simply state from whom you wish to be de- 
scended, pay the requisite fee, which varies 
according to the rapidity of the descent, and 
back comes the desired genealogical tree with 
Balaam's ass or whoever it may be at the top 
of it and your own name at the bottom. 

But it seems that all this can be done just 
as well at Washington. There is a lady, a 
Mrs. Dorsey, in the Congressional Library 
who knows more about genealogy than does 
the Recording Ange! and who will do all 
that can be done consistent with a strict ve- 
racity. We should hardly think that veracity 
would be a very paying investment, but of 
course people can always decorate the family 
tree to suit themselves after they get it. 

Mrs. Dorsey says that her customers are 
usually women who have just become rich 
and who suppose that they can enter New 
York society at once if only they can show 
a family tree and a coat of arms. Bless their 
innocent hearts, all they need do is to show 
a check-book and to use it freely. We are 
all ready to assume that our acquaintances 
are descended from Adam, and if there 
should be a few doubtful branches upon the 
tree that seem to indicate a momentary lapse 
from virtue on the part of some female an- 
cestor we are willing to cover the incident 
with oblivion. There was a time when we 
ourselves — but there is no need to go into 

Mrs. Dorsey says that women are quite 
conscienceless in the matter of coats of arms. 
Mrs. Dorsey's information is hardly worthy 
of a scare headline. It is not what one 
would call news. There are other matters in 
which women are conscienceless. We have 
found it so ourselves. She tells us of a 
wealthy Western woman who came to her 
some time ago and explained that she wished 
to be descended from Julia of Argyle and 
wanted the "proofs" and the coat of arms. 
Mrs. Dorsey pointed out quite delicately that 
it was a question of fact and not of ambition. 
The lady was not descended from Julia of 
Argyle and therefore had no right to the 
coat of arms. But it made no difference. 
The lady had adopted Julia of Argyle, so to 
speak, and intended to keep her, and to this 
day she has the Argyle coat of arms upon 
her notepaper and her automobile. And 
there was another lady who was determined 
to be descended from Helen of Troy. That 
the fair Helen was more or less a legendary 
character did not matter at all. It was to be 
Helen or no one. But surely the lady did 
not know that Helen's name had been con- 
nected with scandal. It is an old story and 
it would be a burning shame to rake it up, 
and Helen dead, too, but one can not be too 
careful in one's choice of ancestors. 

And there is a great demand for kings. 
Mrs. Dorsey says that there are men and 
women in America who will purchase royal 
ancestors at any cost. And they ought to be 
cheap if one is not too particular about mar- 
riage certificates. Why there have been 
kings, and queens too, who labored long and 
faithfully to meet the demands now made 
upon them by good Americans. What an eye 
to the future they did have to be sure, some 
of them. Take Charles II, for example. It 
seems hard lines if an aspiring democrat can 
not hitch up there somewhere and find some 
little pig of the right color in such a litter 
as that. 

So some of the Atlantic steamship lines 
have added a golf course to their outfit in 
order to relieve the intolerable tedium of the 
interminable Atlantic passage. The newspa- 
per jackass who is detailed to record these 
things announces the fact as an example of 
modern enterprise. The intelligent reader 
regards it as an example of vulgar idiocy. 

The Atlantic passage at present occupies 
about six days. The first day is spent in 
watching the receding land, settling down, 
and discussing seasickness. The last day is 
spent in settling up, packing, watching the ap- 
proaching land, and imploring your wife not 
to smuggle. That leaves four days. Now the 
man who can not spend four days at sea 
without demanding immensely costly amuse- 
ments that must necessarily be futile owing 
to the size and movements of the ship must 
be a congenital and a vicious idiot. What 
he needs is a strait waistcoat and not a toy 
golf course. Already there is a reaction 
against this sort of thing. Respectable pas- 
sengers are choosing steamers where they 
are not likely to be brought into contact with 
the riff-raff of the nouveau riche, where their 
eyes and their ears will not be assailed by the 
vulgar creatures whose only ambition in life 
is to persuade you of their wealth. Perhaps 
some day a -eally enterprising steamship line 
will advertise that there is no danger of 
meeting a new millionaire upon its boats, 
but they will have to be big boats. 

An Eastern newspaper is debating the ques- 

op of whether clergymen ought to wear a 

dress. There is much to be said 

both ways. Personally we think they should 
and that it ought to be made compulsory- 
There is no doubt that lay attire is a great 
convenience to clergymen who wish to investi- 
gate for themselves and in the cause of re- 
form the night life of our great cities, but 
the practice has its disadvantages. On the 
other hand we are told that the clerical garb 
has a certain repellant effect upon the aver- 
age citizen, who likes a good man but who 
does not see why the good man should ad- 
vertise his goodness. There is some sense in 
that view, too. We ourselves are good, al- 
though not obtrusively so, and we can not 
help our own goodness from showing in our 
faces, but we do not wear a particular kind 
of collar in order to emphasize the fact. It 
is evident enough without that. 

Why should not all the professions wear 
distinctive and warning uniforms? It would 
give a variety to life and would be of dis- 
tinct value. Certainly there is no reason 
why the practice should be confined to clergy- 
men, while lawyers and doctors move about 
in our midst unsuspected and unavoided. 

A London shop is exhibiting some beauti- 
ful shoes made from the breasts of humming- 
birds. As may be supposed it takes a great 
many humming-birds to make one pair of 
shoes, and it takes a long time to sew all the 
tiny breasts together, so we need not be sur- 
prised at the price, which is $2500 a pair. 
But why not have a complete costume of 
humming-birds' breasts ? There could be no 
question about the wealth of any one so 
attired, and the fact that all the humming- 
birds in the world could not furnish many 
such costumes would give quite an added zest 
to their possession. Moreover, the fashion- 
able woman would thus be able to combine 
in one master stroke the two component parts 
of her nature — cruelty and extravagance. 

An unfortunate difference of opinion has 
broken out between the men and the women 
dressmakers as represented by the chief Eu- 
ropean exponents of the art. On the one 
hand we have M. Poiret, that truly distin- 
guished Frenchman who permits himself to 
minister sartorially to the women of the 
world, while upon the other side is Lady 
Duff-Gordon, the chief director of Lucile's. 
In this instance the provocation comes from 
the man, which is so rarely the case as to be 
remarkable. M. Poiret was actually guilty of 
saying for publication that "man only can 
suit a woman in dress. The woman dress- 
maker drowns herself in details and neglects 
the outline." 

Now we had supposed that this was un- 
questionably true. The same thing has often 
been said before, and so far without any vo- 
ciferous contradiction, and when a woman 
does not contradict something derogatory to 
her own sex it is presumably true. Some- 
times it is true when she does contradict it. 
Every one remembers the explanation once 
given for the predominance of the male 
dressmaker. His woman competitor, we were 
told, refuses to recognize any fraction of the 
inch less than the quarter, while the male 
mind condescends to eighths and sixteenths. 
Consequently man secures a precise fit where 
the woman fails to do so. This may be a 
libel. Who are we that we should decide up- 
on such a point. 

But the woman dressmaker has found a 
champion in Lady Duff-Gordon, who has been 
visited by a representative of the London 
Daily Express, It is strange how eager are 
these newspaper men to stir up trouble and 
to set nations and sexes by the ears. Lady 
Duff-Gordon listened to the charge of M. 
Poiret, and like Sam Weller's mother-in-law 
she "swelled wisibly" with defiance and in- 
dignation. For the moment she became the 
incarnation of her downtrodden sex and re- 
pelled with scorn the insinuation of her 
Parisian rival. "Of course," she said, "the 
woman dressmaker remembers details, and it 
is the details, the little touches, that make a 
dress charming and distinctive. But let me 
try to explain to you what I mean." 

Now of what earthly use is it to send a 
man reporter upon such an errand as this? 
This particular scribe in the grasp of Lady 
Duff-Gordon was as clay in the hands of the 
potter. She gave some sort of a signal, 
waved a magic wand, muttered a few words 
of an incantation, and in swept a procession 
of young women of bewildering beauty and 
so attired as to abash the sunlight. Now, 
said Lady Duff-Gordon, what do you think of 
that ? Are they not exquisite ? The wretched 
youth tried to check an almost ungovernable 
tendency toward violent mania and feebly 
gibbered that they were. But he was refer- 
ring to the. young women themselves, and 
Lady Duff-Gordon knew that he was and yet 
she was not ashamed to take advantage of 
the weaknesses peculiar to his frail and faulty 
sex. "Now," she said, "I will show you why 
it pleases you," stopping one of the divine 
ones for more intimate inspection and thus 
reducing her victim to a state of drooling 
imbecility. "It is this insertion, this little 
ornament, this suggestion of a dainty under- 
skirt that makes the complete harmony that 
is so good to look upon. Hard outlines are 
not feminine. They do not please." 

Of course the poor youth had nothing to 

say, except telepathically. He was far too 
modest to show an undue enthusiasm for the 
"suggestion of a dainty underskirt." Some- 
how it didn't seem quite nice to be too ana- 
lytic, and that was exactly his persecutor's 
point. Men had no right to analyze. They 
were concerned with the general effect, 

"A man has no business to understand a 
woman's dress. It is not his metier. It is 
his to appreciate and enjoy the result with- 
out understanding how it is attained. 

"As a matter of fact, no real man ever 
does understand. He can not explain exactly 
what a woman is wearing, but he knows 
quite well if she is looking charming or if 
she is looking grotesque and unpleasing. 

"Considering that clothes, to be delightful, 
must fit the nature of the wearer, it is surely 
evident that a woman dressmaker must be 
more successful than a man in making the 
completely and delightfully feminine — the 
robe that is soft and delicate and graceful — 
and this is done not by swathing the figure 
with hard lines, but by a subtle combination 
and by many little details. 

"I will say this," added Lady Duff-Gordon. 
"I consider that a man is as much out of his 
province in making women's clothes as a 
woman would be in making men's. Anyhow, 
my success in Paris seems to show that 
women themselves realize that it is the de- 
tails that matter." 

| English royal family that the children shall 
be allowed only a small amount of money, 
and while the present king was a midship- 
man his total income was 25 cents a week. 
In this connection a good story is told of the 
young sailor. Upon one occasion he wrote 
to his grandmother, Queen Victoria, and sug- 
gested the propriety of a tip, as is the man- 
ner of boys. But Queen Victoria had other 
ideas. She wrote back a long and severe 
letter intended to inculcate the virtues of 
frugality, but she did not inclose the" hoped- 
for donation. But the young prince was 
equal to the occasion. He sold the letter for 
£5 to an autograph collector. He didn't 
want it. 

An Eastern newspaper expresses surprise 
that the English royal children should give 
only presents of the cheapest kind to their 
friends at Christmas time. But the economy 
is not due to parsimony as the scribe sup- 
poses, but to poverty. It is the rule in the 

The at one time well-known preacher 
among the Wesleyans, Peter Mackenzie, in 
reading the third chapter of Daniel invari- 
ably abbreviated the fifth verse, wherein are 
enumerated the instruments of the Baby- 
lonian band, most of them with hard names, 
to the "cornet," etc., and when the names 
were repeated in verses ten and fifteen said, 
"The band as before." He was a lay preacher 
of the old order who was admitted on to full 
plan without having read the prescribed "Wes- 
ley's Sermons," etc. He boasted of his lack 
of "book learning," and scornfully told a stu- 
dent of the new school who was learning 
Latin that "English was good enough for 
Paul; aint it good enough for you?" 

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I'm in business for myself now." "What are 
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Grave and Gay. EpiErammatic and Otherwise. 

He came creeping in at the usual hour 
when a man finds it convenient I" enter Ins 
house with as little commotion as possible. 
He replied, in response to the usual wifely 
query put to gentlemen who arrive home at 
that hour of the night that he had been sit- 
ting up with a sick friend. "A sick friend, 
indeed! And what ailed him?" "W-why, he 
lost $87." _____^ 

The "duffer" at golf becomes so used to 
finding himself in all kinds of out-of-the-way 
places that he hits every ball in the confident 
expectation of getting into difficulties with it. 
Such a player was he who answers in this 
dialogue, reported from the course: "Is this 
your ball over here?" "Is it in a hole?" 
"Yes." "A deep hole?" "Yes." "With 
slightly overhanging banks, so you can't pos- 
sibly get at it?" "Yes." "Then it's my ball, 
all right." 

When Whistler was living in the Latin 
Quarter in his youth a friend took him to task 
for his idleness. "Why don't you pitch in 
and paint something?" said the friend. 
"Pretty soon your money will be all gone, and 
those three rolls of canvas will still be stand- 
ing empty there behind the door, just as 
they've been standing for the last six weeks 1" 
Whistler as he lay on the bed smoking his 
pipe, answered lazily: "But, you see, as long 
as there's nothing on the canvas I can sell it." 

In a Fourth of July address, Mayor Samuel 
L. Shank of Indianapolis once said, apropos 
of George Washington and truthfulness : 
"Few of us, alas, can lay claim to that abso- 
lute veracity which was Washington's boast. 
Thus the shoe pinches us all when the story 
of little Jack Smith comes up. Little Jack 
Smith's Sunday-school teacher, after a les- 
son on Ananias and Sapphira.'said : 'Why is 
not everybody who tells a lie struck dead?' 
Little Jack answered gravely: 'Because there 
wouldn't be anybody left.' " 

A Japanese diplomat, during Admiral 
Togo's American tour, said at a dinner at 
Narragansett Pier: "Admiral Togo well 
merits his wealth and his honors. But a boy- 
hood friend one day — after the manner of the 
boyhood friend — sneered at the admiral's suc- 
cess, whereupon our great warrior retorted : 
'Come, now, I'll resign all my money and 
titles to you, but on one condition — that you 
pay the same price for them I did. We'll just 
go out into the garden there, and I'll fire a 
cannon at you ninety times. All I have shall 
be yours if you survive.'" 

It was on a street-car the other morning 
that a passenger, whose general get-up sug- 
gested a clerical calling, was overheard saying 
to a companion: "I realize that women are 
by nature and instinct bound to go in for 
adornment in the matter of dress, but they 
are getting more and more recklessly extrava- 
gant. I believe in temperance in dress." 
"Temperance is all right," was the reply. "I 
believe in temperance myself, but what with 
the hobble skirts and cobweb stockings it 
looks more to me as though the women were 
going in for total abstinence." 

An instance is related of the late Professor 
Chrystal's readiness in applied mathematics. 
One day when he was producing on the black- 
board those "spiders' webs in chalk" which 
we e the despair of the unlearned, a student 
near the top of the room dropped a marble, 
which bumped down, step by step, to the level 
of the rostrum. Chrystal, not heeding the 
giggles of the class, went on with his work. 
When the marble came to rest he observed, 
"Will the student at the end of bench 41 
kindly stand up?" He had counted the bumps 
made by the marble in its descent. 

Application for employment was recently 
made to a Louisville business man by a young 
chap from the mountain region of the state. 
The Louisville man was favorably impressed 
by the stranger, but as no references were 
offered he determined to hold the application 
in abeyance until he could personally look in- 
to the young man's antecedents, which he 
could do when next he visited that part of the 
state whence the applicant hailed. It was not 
long before the opportunity was afforded. 
The Louisville man sought out the sheriff of 
the young man's home county and asked : 
"Do you know Bill Sarks?" "Shore, I know 
him." "What kind of a young man is he i" 
"Pretty fair." "Is he honest ?" "Honest ? 
Shore. Why, he's been arrested three times 
for stealin' and acquitted each time." 

would tell him how lie knew the rain was im- 
minent. "Well," replied the man, with a 
grin, pocketing the coin, "the truth is. we 
have "Partridge's Almanac" here : and he's 
such a liar that whenever he promises a fine 
day wc know it will be foul. Today is scl 
down as fine." 

Professor George Lyman Kittredge of Har- 
vard's English department is noted not only 
as a student of the drama, but as a satirical 
critic of all local performances. He may al- 
ways be expected, it is said, to express an 
opinion on leaving the theatre that is tinged 
with some humorous regret. At a recent per- 
formance Dr. Kittredge appeared even more 
disgruntled than usual. At one period the 
lights went out and the delay added to his 
annoyance. At the close of the performance 
he sought a late supper with a number of 
his club friends and was asked : "How was 
the play tonight. Dr. Kittredge?" "Disgust- 
ing," replied the critic. "Even the lights went 
out at the end of the second act." 

A century and a half ago people used to 
depend upon the weather prognostications in 
"Partridge's Almanac." One day Partridge 
himself put up at a country inn for dinner. 
The hostler advised him to stay the night, as it 
would certainly rain. "Nonsense I" said Par- 
tridge, and proceeded on his way. Soon a 
heavy shower fell, which so impressed the 
traveler that he instantly rode back to the 
inn and offered the hostler half a crown if he 


All Is Well. 
Helen's lips are drifting dust, 

Caesar's dead and turned to clay; 
Still there's cause to hope and trust: 

Lincoln Steffens, day by day, 
Keeps old Cosmos in her place 
And directs the human race. 

— Cleveland Plain Dealer. 

The Gay Life. 
He hurries every morning to catch a certain car; 
He goes to work where hundreds of other toilers 

His course is never varied; lie has no time to 

The route that is the shortest he takes day after 

He works upon a schedule that changes not at all 
In winter or in summer, in springtime or in fall. 

He starts in every morning, just as he did before, 
To do a certain duty and never any more; 
He has his thirty minutes at noon to rest and eat, 
And when the day is ended he hurries to the street 
To start his journey homeward, night after night 

the same, 
Jammed in with other people who do not know his 


He does not know his neighbors, to them he is 

Beyond his little orbit his face is never shown; 

He hurries every morning to catch a certain car; 

At night he clings where other sad-faced strap- 
hangers are, 

And wonders how the people exist out on the 

Deprived of social pleasures and all the city's 
charms. — Chicago Record-Herald. 

Famous Women. 
We've seen the list of twenty of the world's most 

famous men 
Compiled by Andy Carnegie one dreary news day 

Some enterprising scribe, perhaps, conveyed to him 

a hint 
Of that new and inexpensive way to get his name 

in print. 

And, having scanned the Laird of Skibo's list, 

we're free to state 
That there are more than ten times twenty women 

just as great. 
And as we take them young and old, and fat and 

short and tall, 
It really seems to us that dear old Sapbo leads 

them all. 

In Cleopatra, Egypt had considerable queen, 
And "Good Queen Bess" could travel some — just 

get that in your bean — 
But fragmentary evidence is all we highbrows 

To prove to us conclusively that Sapho had the 

To Isabella of Castile the new world owes a debt; 

If she hadn't hocked her jewels we'd be undis- 
covered yet. 

And Catherine of Russia was a hustler — that's no 
dream — 

But Sapho was the only one who really had the 

When Ella Wheeler Wilcox writes thermometers 

Elinor Glyn has wandered far along the blazing 

And Emma Goldman's oratory makes the world 

But Sapho was the burning kid who breathed the 

living fire. 

Lucretia Borgia knew some tricks at which she 

was adept; 
Delilah showed the Philistines where Samson's goat 

was kept, 
And Carrie Nation's hatchet brought dismay to 

quite a bunch, 
But Sapho was the knockout queen who got there 

with the punch. 

We could mention Susan Anthony and Mm*. 

Dr. Mary Walker, Belva Lockwood, and some 

Mrs. Pankhurst — which reminds us that (we much 

regret to note) 
Dear Sapho wasn't up to date — she didn't care to 

vote! — Springfield Union. 

"Is your boy. Josh, fond of music?" "I 
should say so," replied Farmer Corntossel. 
"When one o' these here musical comedies 
comes along Josh wants to be right up as 
close to the orchestra as possible." — Wash- 
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Notes and Gossip. 
A chronicle of the social happenings dur- 
ing the past week in the cities on and around 
the Bay of San Francisco will be found in 
the following department : 

Mr. and Mrs. Charles Josselyn have issued in- 
vitations to the wedding or their daughter, 
Myra McGavock Josselyn, and Mr. William Coppee 
Duncan, Wednesday afternoon, January 1 7, at 
five o'clock, at St. Luke's Church. The cere- 
mony will be followed by a reception at the Fair- 
mont Hotel. 

The wedding of Mrs. Emma Brown Pratt and 
Mr. Melvin Jeffress took place Wednesday at the 
home in Berkeley of the bride's mother, Mrs. E. 
S. Brown- Mrs. Jeffress is related to Mrs. Dix- 
well Hewitt of this city. 

The wedding of Miss Helena Stoney and Mr. 
Henry L. Brown of Boston took place Wednesday 
at St. George's Church in London. The bride 
is the daughter of Mrs. George W. Stoney, a 
sister of Miss Katherine Stoney, and a niece of 
Mrs. Charles Brigham, Mr. William H. Babcock. 
and Mr. Harry Babcock. 

The wedding of Miss Dora Pierson and Mr. 
Alfred W. Scott took place Wednesday at the 
bride's .home in Santa Rosa. Miss Pierson is a 
niece of Judge James A. Cooper of this city. 

Miss Ruth Gardner, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. 
F. M. Gardner of Waco, Texas, will be mar- 
ried February 7 to Mr. Arthur Fennimore of this 

Miss Elva De Pue was hostess Monday at a tea 
in honor of Miss Agnes Tillmann. 

Mrs. Eleanor Martin entertained a large num- 
ber of friends at a New Year's tea at her home 
on Broadway. 

Mr. and Mrs. Harry N. Stetson will give a 
dinner Friday evening, January 12, at the St. 
Francis Hotel, and with their guests will attend 
the Cinderella ball at Scottish Rite Hall. 

Mr. and Mrs. Eugene de Sabla entertained a 
number of friends at a luncheon New Year's day 
at the Burlingame Club. 

Mr. and Mrs. On-ille C. Pratt, Jr., gave a 
dinner Monday evening at their home on Cali- 
fornia Street. 

Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Sadoc Tobin entertained 
a number of friends at a dinner New Year's eve 
at their apartment on Gough Street. 

Mr. Frank Jones was host at a supper party 
Monday evening at the St. Francis Hotel. 

Mr. and Mrs. Frederick S. Sharon entertained 
a number of friends at a dinner at the Palace 
Hotel New Year's eve. 

Dr. Harry L. Tevis was host at a supper party 
and an informal dance New Year's eve, when he 
entertained the guests of Mr. and Mrs. Sharon 
and an additional number of friends. The affair 
took place in the parlors on the second floor of 
the Palace Hotel. 

Mr. and Mrs. Andrew Welch, Jr., have issued 
invitations to a dinner January 19 at the Fairmont 

Mr. and Mrs. William Cluff gave a dinner at 
the Fairmont Hotel in honor of Dr. Edwin Janss 
and Mrs. Janss of Los Angeles. 

The Misses Gladys and Linda Buchanan were 
hostesses Tuesday at a luncheon and bridge party 
at their apartment on Pacific Avenue, 

The Misses Evelyn and Genevieve Cunningham 
were hostesses Monday evening at an informal 
dance at the home on Pacific Avenue of their 
mother, Mrs. James Athearn Folger. 

Mr. and Mrs. Talbot Cyrus Walker entertained 
a number of friends at a theatre and supper 

The Misses Margaret and Evelyn Barron have 
issued invitations to a dance Monday evening, 
January 8. 

Miss Theresa Harrison was hostess Monday at 
a tea in honor of Miss Dorothy Boericke. 

Mrs. J. B. Wright was hostess at a luncheon 
and theatre party last week in honor of Miss 
Kate Crocker, the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Harry 
J. Crocker, who came home from an Eastern 
school to spend the holidays. Mrs. Wright will 
give a luncheon today at the St, Francis Hotel 
and will entertain the friends of her nieces, the 
Misses Laura and Mildred Baldwin. 

Mrs. William B. Bourn was hostess at a mu- 
sicale Thursday when the Sigmund Beel Quartet 
entertained a large number of guests. 

Mr. and Mrs. James Athearn Folger gave a 
theatre party Thursday evening and entertained 
a number of the young friends of their daughters, 
the Misses Evelyn and Genevieve Cunningham. 

Mrs. Henry Clarence Breeden was hostess at a 
luncheon Friday in honor of her sister, Mrs. E. 
Walton Hedges, of Santa Barbara. 

Mr. and Mrs. Laurance Irving Scott and Mrs. 
J. B. Crockett gave an egg-nogg party Monday at 
their borne in Burlingame. 

Mr. and Mrs. Truxton Beale and Miss Alice 
Oge have returned from Washington, D. C, where 
they have been spending the past four months. 

Mr. and Mrs. Effingham Sutton have returned 
from New Orleans and will reside in this city. 

Mr. and Mrs. Lewis E. Hanchett and their chil- 
dren are established in their new home on Wash- 
ington Street. 

Mr. and Mrs. William McLaine (formerly Miss 
Bonnie Carter), of Fresno, have recently been the 
guests of Mrs. Laughlin McLaine at her home on 
Washington Street 

Invitations have been issued to the Cinderella 
ball Friday evening, January 12, at Scottish Rite 

Gouverneur Morris, a short-story writer, 
whose own style is praised by many critics, 
says: "Richard Harding Davis is the best 
short-story writer technically that has ever 
been. His 'The Consul* is the best story of 
patriotism that has been writen since 'The 
Man Without a Country.' He's just as good 
as De Maupassant On the whole, American 
writers have not improved on De Maupassant 
because they haven't as good stories to tell, 
but they tell well the stories they have. In 
their 1-st work they put more color, more 
fireworks. In reading O. Henry you get fun 
out of every sentence." 

The San Francisco Orchestra's Plans for Next "Week. 

The San Francisco Orchestra, under the di- 
rection of Henry Hadley, will appear at two 
concerts during the coming week. Daily re- 
hearsals with Director Hadley working might 
and main, are developing the possibilities of 
our home organization, and we shall soon 
have an orchestra that we can feel proud of. 
It is the unanimous opinion that the work 
thus far has been quite remarkable for a new- 

The first appearance outside of this city- 
will be made in Oakland, at Ye Liberty Play- 
house, next Friday afternoon, January 12, at 
3:15. A special popular programme will be 
given and at popular prices, too. The fea- 
tures of the offering will be the Third Move- 
ment of Tschaikowsky's "Symphonie Pa- 
thetique," with its stirring and irresistible 
march rhythm, the overture to Nicolai's "The 
Merry Wives of Windsor," an orchestral ar- 
rangement of MacDowe]l J s "To a Wild Rose," 
a quaint "Valse Triste" by Sibelius, and Vic- 
tor Herbert's jelly "Irish Rhapsody." By 
special request the Bach Air for the G string 
will be played by all the first violins of the 
orchestra in unison. 

Seats will be ready at Ye Liberty box-office 
on Monday. 

The second "Pop" concert in this city will 
be given Sunday afternoon, January 14, at 
the Cort Theatre, this day having been se- 
lected in order to give those whose employ- 
ment prevents their attending the usual 
week-day concerts. In order that all may en- 
joy the benefits of having a permanent sym- 
phony orchestra in our midst, special prices, 
ranging from $1 down to 15 cents, will pre- 
vail on this occasion. Tickets will be ready 
at Sherman, Clay & Co.'s and Kohler & 
Chase's next Wednesday morning. At these 
prices every music lover in this community 
can afford to hear our big orchestra. The 
programme will be the same as at the Oak- 
land concert. 

The third regular symphony concert will be 
given Friday afternoon, January 19, with 
Eduard Tak as soloist, 


Christmas Eve Open-Air Concert 
A year ago, on Christmas eve, Mme. Tetraz- 
zini sang in the open air beside Lotta's foun- 
tain, at the intersection of Kearny and Mar- 
ket Streets, to a vast assemblage of San Fran- 
ciscans, and other singers and instrumentalists 
joined in the concert programme. This year 
the event was duplicated, with other gifted 
musicians on the temporary stage, and the 
crowd that gathered must have numbered 
seventy-five thousand, though all were not 
hearers. M. Afire, the great tenor, and Mme. 
Chambellan, the coloratura soprano prima 
donna, of the Paris Grand Opera Company ; 
David Bispham, the famous American bari- 
tone ; Jan Kubelik, master of violin plaj'ers ; 
the Mountain Ash Male Choir of Wales ; the 
Pacific Coast Saengerbund of 150 singers; the 
Cathedral Mission Choir, and the Columbia 
Park Eoys' Club Chorus and Band, gave the 
numbers that delighted all who could get near 
enough to distinguish the melodies and har- 
monies of a remarkable concert. William 
Randolph Hearst's Examiner was the inspira- 
tion and executive force of the occasion, and 
its efforts should not pass without acknowl- 
edgment. Perhaps this marks the transition 
from a noteworthy incident to the beginning 
of a custom that shall go on unbroken through 
the course of years. There are few cities in 
the world where such an open-air celebration 
of Christendom's loved anniversary is pos- 

sc jpes accurately cast ; astrology taught. 
:~s Robert R. Hill, 1618 Steiner St, S. F. 

Readings and Classic Dances. 
Next Tuesday evening, January 9, at the 
St. Francis Hotel there will be given a dra- 
matic recital, consisting of readings and 
monologues by Mrs. Soley-Morle, and classic 
and folk dancing by Miss Estelle de Beer. 
Mrs. Soley-Morle is an English artiste, who 
studied under Genevieve Ward and Forbes 
Robertson, and has read and recited with suc- 
cess in the fashionable clubs and drawing- 
rooms of London, and in Scotland and Ire- 
land as well. Her ability and voice are 
praised by the best-known critics of the Brit- 
ish press. Miss de Beer, the interpretative 
dancer, has had an even wider range of ex- 
perience, as her press notices show that she 
has appeared in Australia and New Zealand 
as well as in England. Both artistes have 
appeared under the patronage of royalty. 

The programme will include dramatic and 
humorous readings by Mrs. Soley-Morle and 
five characteristic dances by Miss de Beer. 
Xo little interest is shown already in the an- 
nounced recital. The patronesses of the 
affair number more than a hundred of the 
best-known names in San Francisco society. 


Margaret Anglin severed her relations with 
her dramatic agents and managers, Liebler & 
Co., some time ago, and the cause is now dis- 
cussed in theatrical circles. E. M. Royle, au- 
thor of "The Squaw Man," had written a play 
called "The Snare" in which Miss Anglin was 
expected to appear. The actress read the 
play and refused to consider it on moral 


Brand Whitlock, mayor of Toledo, has been 
commissioned by David Belasco to write a 
political play dealing with the submerged 

The offering at the Columbia Theatre for 
two weeks, beginning Sunday night, January 
~, will be "The Red Rose," a musical comedy 
in three acts by Harry B. and Robert B. 
Smith, with music by Robert Hood Bowers, 
which made a sensational hit in New York 
City at the Globe Theatre. The production is 
under the personal direction of John C. 
Fisher, the noted producer of "Florodora" 
and "The Silver Slipper" and many other big 
musical successes. The company is unusually 
large. There are twenty-eight musical num- 
bers, with a variety of popular song hits and 
others of greater musical worth. From a 
scenic and costume point of view, "The Red 
Rose" is said to be a sensation. The story it 
tells is of a young American studying art, 
who falls in love with a model, Lola. His 
wealthy father objects to the marriage. 
Stormy scenes follow, but in the end the 
young American overcomes his father's objec- 
tions, and the last act ends with a scene 
reminiscent of "Sappho," when the student 
carries his fiancee up a flight of stairs and 
they waltz away in true Viennese musical- 
comedy style and are married. The cast in- 
cludes some of the best-known musical- 
comedy artists and a stunning chorus and 
ballet. One of the features of the perform- 
ance is the "students' glide," a sensational 
dancing number which is now the talk of 
New York. It is difficult to describe its 
charms and it requires to be seen to be ap- 

The Orpheum announces for next week 
one of the greatest programmes in its his- 
tory. The new bill will introduce six entirely 
new acts, and its headline attraction will be 
Miss Cecilia Loftus, the foremost mimic of 
the day. The appearance of this famous 
artist will be an event of extraordinary im- 
portance, for her fame and popularity are in- 
ternational. Miss Loftus's portrayals are not 
caricatures of an artist's weaknesses or man- 
nerisms. She seeks not to exaggerate or 
ridicule the absurdities of speech or action, 
but gives to them the clean-cut cameo relief 
of reality. Ethel Barrymore, Julia Marlowe, 
Nazimova, Caruso, Raymond Hitchcock, Rose 
Stahl, Sarah Bernhardt, Vesta Tilley, Maude 
Allan, Marie Dressier, Ada Reeve, Bert Wil- 
liams, and Carrie De Mar are all not 
mimicked but absolutely personified. Miss 
Helen Grantley, the gifted young actress who 
was responsible for the presentation of Is- 
rael Zangwill's one-act drama, "The Never 
Never Land," will appear next week only in 
a new one-act play by Kate Jordon Vermilyc 
called "The Right Road." It is said to be 
intense and well written and to exhibit Miss 
Grantley in the role of Peggy at her very 
best. She has in her support two sterling 
actors, Franklin Retchie and Alma Mac- 
Claren. Carson and Willard, two well-known 
German comedians, will present a new act 
with the title "The Dutch in China." Their 
work has the merit of originality. Will 
Roehm's Athletic Girls will give exhibitions 
in the art of boxing, fencing, wrestling, and 
bag-punching. Their fencing is good, and 
they are remarkable bag punch ers. Harry 
Puck and Mabelle Lewis will be included in 
the novelties. Puck was for years one of the 
famous two Pucks, and Miss Lewis is a sou- 
brette well known in musical comedy. The 
team sing and dance well, and the songs they 
sing were written by Mr. Puck. Their en- 
gagement is for next week only. Monroe 
Hopkins and Lola Axtell will make their first 
appearance. Their contribution will consist 
of an amusing skit called "Traveling." The 
only holdovers will be the Esther Trio and 
Gordon Eldrid and company. 

Following "The Red Rose" at the Columbia 
Theatre, San Francisco is to see George M. 
Cohan's stage version of the famous "Get 
Rich Quick Wallingford" stories. This play, 
a comedy drama, is the first work without 
music turned out by the Yankee Doodle come- 
dian and has been received with enthusiasm. 

"Alma, Where Do You Live," probably the 
most successful adaptation from the original 
German that has ever been made, has started 
on its transcontinental tour, and will be seen 
at the Columbia Theatre for a limited en- 
gagement early next month. From all points 
on the tour thus far visited by this company 
the press comments have been of the eulo- 
gistic order, praising the play and the enor- 
mous company in an unusual manner. 

Reginald de Koven's new operetta, "The 
Wedding Trip," was produced at the Broad- 
way Theatre in New York Christmas night. 
Arthur Cunningham and Christine Nielsen, 
singers well known here, are prominent in 
the cast 


The home in England of Mr. and Mrs- 
Thomas Fermer-Hesketh has been brightened 
by the advent of a daughter. Mrs. Fermer- 
Hesketh (formerly Miss Florence Brecken- 
ridge) is the daughter of Mrs. Frederick S- 


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Movements and Whereabouts. 
;ed will be found a resume of move- 
o and from this city and Coast and 
reabouts of abseflt Californians : 
t ank D. Madison of San Rafael is ex- 
jiome next week from New York, where 
the holidays with lier son, Mr. Marshall 
and her nephew, Mr. Frederick Beaver, 
. attending school in Lawrenceville. 
n,l Mrs. Charles Mills (formerly Miss 
ichols) have taken an apartment on Pre- 
Avenue and Jackson Street. 
s William B. Wilshire and her daughter, 
: ris Wilshire, left Monday for the East, 
ey will spend several months. 
vmgston Baiter left Wednesday for Yale 
■iiig spent the holidays with his parents, 
..I Mrs. Wakefield Baker. 

[arian Newhall and Miss Virginia Joliffe 

urned from Santa Barbara," where they 

I . guests of Mr. and Mrs. William Miller 

u\, who entertained a house party over the 

id Mrs. William G. Irwin and Mr. and 
I arles Templeton Crocker have returned 
ew days' visit in Monterey, 
id Mrs. Thomas B. Eastland, Miss Etta 
Miss Cornelia O'Connor, and Miss Ger- 
J iite spent the week-end in Monterey. 

..ugusta Foute has recovered from her re- 
<;e»':re illness. 

id Mrs. Leon S. Greenebaum will leave 
for New York. 

riaus August Spreckels returned yester- 
Burlingame, where she was the guest of 
. Mrs. Henry T. Scott. 

.eslie Page is in Washington, D. C, visit- 
and Mrs. John Hays Hammond. 
;ador Whitelaw Reid and Mrs. Reid have 
n New York en route from London to 
where they will spend several weeks, 
d Mrs. Athole McBean and Mrs. William 
;whall have returned from a motor trip 

id Mrs. Philip M. Lansdale (formerly 
y Nichols) have recently purchased prop- 
yl Cerrito Park, San Mateo, where they 
a home built. 
And Mrs. Theodore Roosevelt, Jr., and Mrs. 
- Addison Alexander have returned from 
talco, where they spent a week as the guests 
. Richard Tobin. 
and Mrs. Charles Belden, Miss Margaret 
and Mr. Charles Belden, Jr., are again 
i 1 home in Ross after a visit of several 

i New York. 

.nd Mrs. Aimer Newhall (formerly Miss 

: ■-cott) have returned from a week's visit 

Yosemite, where they enjoyed the winter 

'hey were accompanied by Miss Frances 

ill Mr. Edgar Zook, and a number of others. Mrs. George Loring Cunningham have 

a Los Angeles to spend several months with 

.O'.-in-Iaw and daughter, Mr. and Mrs. Adel- 

.. lilackmere. 

i Lillian Van Vorst will leave next week 
»S Angeles where aho will vfcrit friends. 
Jiviin C. Wilson has returned from an ex- 
fit in Los Angeles. 
Walton Hedges, who has recently been 
i ber brother-in-law and sister, Mr. and 
trnry Clarence Breeden, has returned to 

Clous August Spreckels will return early 
* cck from New York, where he has been 
»|he past ten days. 

■hn Simpson will leave next Wednesday 

• as City, where she will visit her son-in- 

daughter, Bishop Sidney Partridge and 

■4 Mrs. Walter S. Martin and Miss Jennie 

ave returned to Burlingame from Mon- 

re they spent a week. 

>ses Grace and Katherine Melius of Los 
i.*e the guests of Mr. and Mrs. Francis 

unnie Hooker returned Tuesday from 
ie, where she was the guest of Mr. and 
.itford S. Wilson, 

d Mrs. C, Frederick Kohl have returned 
l^terey and are occupying their apart- 
the Fairmont Hotel. 

iiiam Page is recovering from a severe 

. pneumonia. 

and Mrs. Marcus Koshland and a party of 

> spent the New Year holidays in the Yo- 


•md Mrs. Benjamin Lathrop, formerly of 

ty, are in London, where they are the guests 

* Lathrop's relatives. They are accompa- 
if their litt'e daughters, Sylvia and Elsie 

ag those who spent the New Year holidays 

ey were Mr. and Mrs. Robert L. Cole- 

Er. and Mrs. H. McDonald Spencer, Mr. 

n. Frederick McNear, Mr, and Mrs. Au- 

T*.ylor, Mr. and Mrs. Dennis Searles, Mr. 

VIrs. Alexander Hamilton, Mr. and Mrs. Os- 

Coojk-r, Mr. and Mrs. William H. Taylor, Jr., 

nd Mrs. Samuel Boardman, Mr. and Mrs. 


and Mrs. Kaspar Pischel and their two 

■ when last heard from had been in 

and Rome, and were about to leave for 

>ctoj's old home in Innshruck to spend 

and Mrs. Sigmund Stern are at present in 
>tfc. They will shortly sail for Europe, 
tWjr will remain for an indefinite visit. 

1 Mrs. Parker Whitney (formerly Miss 
Parrott) arrived early in the week from 
i, and are guests at the Palace Hotel. 
udge M. C. Sloss and Mrs. Sloss have re- 
from a visit in Monierey. 
Hinald Jadwin came out from New York 
he holidays with his fiancee, Miss Minna 
rjjen, and his sister, Mrs. Frank B. Ander- 
; San Rafael. 

Charles W. McKin^try, U. S. A., and 

ix: ntly went to reside in 

-■ d a few days in this 

les, where Major Mc- 

bssume the duties of 

■ U. S. A., who has 

- es engineering district. 

r; . S. A., and Mrs. Mc- 

led yesterdav for the 

Philippine Islands, where they will remain in- 
definitely. Mrs. Mclvor is a daughter of Mrs. 
W. R. Smedberg and a sister of Miss Cora Smed- 
berg of this city. 

Major Arthur W. Morse, U. S. A., will arrive 
shortly from the Philippine Islands and will be 
stationed at Fort Morgan, Alabama. 

Lieutenant H. W. Stephenson, U. S. A., has re- 
covered from a severe illness and has joined his 
company at the Presidio. 

Lieutenant James Blytb, U. S. A., recently sta- 
tioned at the Presidio, has gone to Fort Logan, 
Utah, where he will remain indefinitely. 

First Lieutenant J. W. Hewitt, U. S. A., sailed 
vesterday for the Philippine Islands. 

Major R. W. Rose, U. S. A., and Mrs. Rose, 
who recently returned from Europe, spent the 
holidays with Major Rose's relatives in Virginia. 
They have resided for the past two years in the 
Philippine Islands and will arrive in February at 
their new station in Monterey. 

First Beel Quartet Concert Sunday Afternoon. 

The Beel String Quartet, Manager W ill 
Greenbaum's latest exploitation, will make its 
debut this Sunday afternoon, January 7, at 
2 :30 in the Colonial Ballroom of the St. 
Francis Hotel, and from all indications a 
large audience of genuine music lovers will 
be present. There is no higher form of 
musical art than chamber music, and the 
world's greatest masters, both old and mod- 
ern, have done some of their finest work in 
this class of music. 

The programme will consist of two com- 
plete quartets, Mozart's in G major and Schu- 
mann's in A, and the "Andante Cantabile" by 
Tschaikowsky and "Scherzo" by Caesar 
Franck, both being movements from quartets. 

Seats can be secured at the usual music 
stores and at the concert room one hour be- 
fore the performance. 

The second concert will be given Sunday 
afternoon, January 21, when the Quintet for 
strings and clarinet by Mozart, Beethoven's 
Quartet, Opus 18, will be given, and a spi 
cial attraction will be the rendition of the 
Sonata for violin and piano by Caesar Franck, 
the executants being Mrs. Marie Wilson 
Stoney and Mr. Sigmund Beel. 

For information regarding this series of 
concerts address Mr. Greenbaum at 101 Post 

De Pachmann, the Pianist, Coming. 

It is just eight years since that marvelous 
pianist, Vladimir de Pachmann, visited this 
city, and now he is about to come again for 
his positively farewell concerts, for the mas- 
ter is now over sixty years old and feels that 
he can not undertake any more extensive 

There is no other pianist living who plays 
just like De Fachmann ; his playing of the 
Chopin works is just as Chopin would have 
liked to hear them, and in certain of them 
De Pachmann's playing has never been 
equaled. Possessed of a remarkable quality 
of touch, De Pachmann makes his piano sing 
like a beautiful human voice, and his playing 
is best described by the word fascinating. 

Manager Greenbaum announces three pro- 
grammes by this artist at the Scottish Rite 
Auditorium, the first on Sunday afternoon, 
January 28, and the last on Sunday afternoon, 
February 4, and an evening concert will be 
arranged for some date intervening. 

In addition, De Pachmann will be the spe- 
cial soloist at the fourth Symphony Concert 
of the San Francisco Orchestra, playing the 
Chopin Concerto in E minor, and he will also 
give a concert in Oakland at Ye Liberty 

Omar Khayyam's tomb at Nishapur is in 
one wing of the mosque erected in memory 
of the Moslem saint, Imam-zadah Muhammed 
Mahruk. Although the poet's prophecy con- 
cerning his tomb— that it would be in a place 
where the north wind would scatter roses 
over it — is not literally true, the garden of 
the mosque is so rich in roses as almost "to 
make one in love with death." There is no 
inscription upon the tomb, a simple case made 
of brick and cement, to tell the story, or even 
the name, of its occupant, although it is well 
known to be Omar's grave. "Vandal scrib- 
blers," Professor Jackson, who lately visited 
the spot, says, "have desecrated it with ran- 
dom scrawls, and have also scratched their 
names upon the brown mortar of the adjoin- 
ing walls, disclosing the white cement under- 
neath. A stick of wood, a stone, and some 
fragments of shards profaned the top of the 
sarcophagus when we saw it. There was 
nothing else. It is to be regretted that some 
of Omar's admirers in the Occident do not 
provide a suitable inscription on the spot, to 
show the renown he enjoys in the West." 

The regiment which guards the carriage of 
Mary Queen of England when she pays a 
visit to the court of Berlin is her own Fifth 
Prussian Hussars. The Kaiser's wife, Au- 
gusta Victoria, commands the Eighty-Sixth 
Regiment of Prussian Fusiliers, one of the 
crack regiments of the Prussian army. In 
addition to this signal honor, the Kaiserin also 
is granted a commission in the Russian army 
as a colonel of the Hussars of the Guard of 
Grondo. Carmen Sylva, the famous Queen 
of Roumania, dear to all soldiers because of 
her devotion and self-sacrifice during the war 
of 1877, is in command of the Second Bat- 
talion of Light Roumanian Infantry. 


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Bernard D. Murphy. 
Just as the old year was closing its record 
— on Thursday, December 28 — Bernard D. 
Murphy died in San Francisco, aged seventy. 
Few families of early days in California were 
better known than the one Mr. Murphy rep- 
resented, and he had well preserved all its 
traditions for hospitality and unfailing kind- 
ness. Every one familiar with Bernard D. 
Murphy's life and works will say that he had 
a genius for friendship. He was born in 
Quebec but was brought in boyhood across 
the plains in 1849 by his parents. His father, 
Martin Murphy, bought Spanish grants in 
the Santa Clara Valley until at least 100,000 
acres passed into his ownership. Bernard 
was educated at San Jose and Santa Clara 
College, and for a time practiced law. Later 
he turned to banking and built up the Com- 
mercial Savings Bank of San Jose. He was 
elected to the state assembly in 1869, and a 
year later was made mayor of the city of San 
Jose and continued in that office four terms. 
Then he was chosen state senator and served 
in the twenty-second and twenty-fifth ses- 
sions of the legislature. He was appointed 
bank commissioner and afterward was a 
trustee of the Agnews Asylum. In the panic 
of 1894 he was a heavy loser, but he paid his 
obligations in full. In 1869 he married Miss 
Anna L. Geoghan of San Francisco, who died 
several years ago. The children of this 
union who survive are Mrs. H. Ward Wright 
of Spokane, Miss Evelyn Murphy of San 
Francisco, Mrs. T. Howard Derby of San 
Jose, Miss Helene Murphy of San Jose, Miss 
Gertrude Murphy of Lindsay, and Martin 
Murphy of San Jose. Two sisters, Mrs. R. 
T. Carroll of Sunnyvale and Mrs. N. G. 
Arques of San Jose, also survive. 


Situated on Market Street 
In the centre of the city 

Take any Market Street Car from tHe Ferry 

Fairmont Hotel 

The most beautifully situated of 
any City Hotel in the World 

Take Sacramento Street Cars from the Ferry 

under the management of the 

Palace Hotel Company 

When Budd Doble sold his last great trot- 
ter, Kinney Lou, 2:Q7$4, at Madison Square 
Garden a short time ago, it was generally be- 
lieved that his long connection with the trot- 
ting horse had come to an end. It will be a 
surprise to many horsemen to learn that the 
famous driver of Dexter, 2:17^4, Goldsmith 
Maid, 2:14, and Nancy Hanks, 2:04, has re- 
turned to California to take up the manage- 
ment of an extensive breeding stud, of which 
he is the vice-president and general manager. 
This new nursery of trotters is in the Hemet 
Valley, in Riverside County, a short distance 
from Los Angeles, and the wealthy nien in- 
terested are planning to make it the largest 
breeding stud in California, where futurity 
prospects will be raised for the Eastern mar- 
ket. Wilbur Lou, a son of Kinney Lou, that 
holds the world's record for yearling colts, 
2:19^2, is at the head of the stud, and among 
the brood mares are many noted performers 
and producers. Though he won his first race 
more than fifty years ago, Mr. Doble is still 
active as a trainer. At the Arizona State 
Fair, in Phcenix, last season, he drove the 
yearling colt Harry R., by Armon Lou, son 
of Kinney Lou, to a record of 2:2414, step- 
ping him an eighth of a mile in :15 — a two- 
minute clip. 

The home in Berkeley of Mr. and Mrs. 
Rollo Fay has been brightened by the advent 
of a daughter. Mrs. Fay was formerly Miss 
Eleanor Wooster and is the daughter of Mrs. 
A. Herriot Small. 

Louisa M. Alcott's "Little Women" has 
been dramatized for William A. Brady. 

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Louis—They tell me she will get a million 
llir day she marries Fred. Louise — Well, it's 
worth it. - Chit ago Daily News. 

hedde- — Society is a terrible bore. Don't 
you think so. Miss Cutting? Miss Culling — 
Some people's. — Boston Transcript. 

"In how many states can women make their 
wills ?" "In most of 'em they come with it 
ready made." — Baltimore American. 

"A poor shipwrecked sailor ! Were you 
washed ashore ?" "No, mym ; yer see, I've 
on'y bin ashore three weeks." — Life. 

Jack Perkins — What relations exist between 
you and Miss Richleigh ? Tom Poore — Her 
father and mother. — Boston Transcript. 

"Tommy, has your poor mother sprained 
her ankle?" "Yes'm, but it's all right. She 
bought all our Christmas presents first." — 

She — I can't cook, but we could hire some- 
body to do that. He — And I can't make 
money, but we could hire somebod}' to do 
that. — Puck. 

Shortleigh — My Uncle Frank is a veritable 
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leigh — Plenty of wealth, but cold and distant. 

— Smart Set. 

He — I suppose you talked all sorts of non- 
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— Rather; we talked about our husbands. — 
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"A merry Christmas, Wombat. Eut why 
are you limping?" "That pestiferous boy of 
mine set a steel trap for Santa Claus." — 
Washington Herald. 

Lady Customer (in department store) — 
Have j'ou anything to keep hair from falling 
out ? Clerk — Hairpins, two counters to the 
right, madam. — Boston Transcript. 

"It's no time ter go hunlin fer Trouble," 
said Brother Williams. "Ef you'll only stay 
still he'll save you de railroad fare by comin' 
ter whar you is at." — Atlanta Constitution. 

First Saleslady — Are you goin* to marry 
that gentleman that comes here every day? 
Second Ditto — Nope. I'd rather have a job 
without a husband than a husband without a 
j ob. — Life. 

"Where is he from?" "I don't know, but 
I think he was raised on a desert island." 
"What in the world makes you think that?" 
"He says no woman ever made a fool of him." 
— Houston Post. 

"Do you think the aeroplane will ever be 
used for smuggling?" "No," replied the 
aviator. "It's quite enough for a man to risk 
his life without taking a chance on spending 
it in jail." — Washington Star. 

"What is that noise?" asked the presiding 
judge, when a witness's voice was nearly 
drowned by a rasping uproar outside the court. 
"My lord," said the counsel for the defendant, 
"I think it is the plaintiff filing affidavits." — 

"Why are you sobbing, my little man ?" 
"My pa's a millionaire philanthropist." "Well, 
well, that's nothing to cry about." "It aint, 
aint it? He's just promised to give me $5 
to spend at Christmas, provided I raise a 
similar amount." — Life. 

"Ma, am I a descendant of a monkey ?" 
asked the little boy. "I don't know," replied 
the mother, "I never knew any of your 
father's folks." The father, who was listen- 
ing, went out in the coal shed and kicked the 
cat through the roof. — Kansas City Star. 

"This item in your campaign expense ac- 
count mystifies me," said the auditor. "I 
don't understand what you mean by raw ma- 
terial." "That's an error on the part of the 
stenographer," replied Senator Sorghum. "It 
should reid, 'hurrah material.' " — Washington 

"Now, caddy," said the clergyman about to 
start off with his golf game, "I'm very particu- 
lar when on the links, and I don't want you 
to open your mouth during the game." "Then 
I takes it, sir," replied the boy, "that you in- 
tends doin' your own swearin', sir!" — Yon- 
kers Statesman. 

Applicant for Position — I have here a letter 
of recommendation from my minister. Head 
of Firm — That's very good so far as it goes, 
but we won't need your services on Sunday. 
Have you any references from anybody who 
knows you the other six days of the week? — 
Milwaukee News. 

"Did you notice any suspicious characters 
about the neighborhood?" the judge inquired. 
"Sure, your honor," replied the new police- 
man, "I saw but one man, and I asked him 
what he was doing there at that time o* night. 
Sez he, 'I have no business here just now, 
but I expect to open a jewelry store in the 
vicinity later on.' At that I says, 'I wish you 
success, sor.' Begorra, yer honor," answered 
the policeman after a pause, "the man may 
have been a thief, but he was no liar." — A u- 
tional Monthly. 

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EDITORIAL: A Good Beginning— Taft and the "Fight"— 
Now, Ohio! — Mr. Pillsbury's Magic Lantern — Mayor 
Rolph — China Still in Trouble — Women and the Eight- 
Hour Law — Editorial Notes 17-19 

THE COSMOPOLITAN. By Sidney G. P. Coryn 20 

OLD FAVORITES: "The Gods of the Saxon," by Mary 
Austin: "The Death-Song of the Hemlock," by Julia 
C. R. Dorr 20 

THE CROCKER COLLECTION: "Flaneur" Describes the 
Crowd Inspecting Art Treasures at the House of the 
Late George Crocker 21 

INDIVIDUALITIES: Notes about Prominent People All 

over the World 21 

THE WOMAN WHO SANG: Related by One of the Gentle- 
men Who Came Home Late. By Andrew Edward 
Watrous . . , 22 

"THE MIRACLE": A Stupendous Mystery Play in London's 

Olympia. By Henry C. Shelley 23 

UNDISCOVERED RUSSIA: Stephen Graham Writes An- 
other Book about Russia and His Experiences as a Rus- 
sian Tramp 24 

THE LATEST BOOKS: Critical Notes— Briefer Reviews- 
Gossip of Books and Authors — New Books Received 25-26 

NECROLOGY, 1911 26 

DRAMA: "The Red Rose." By Josephine Hart Phelps 27 


VANITY FAIR: Laughter Fatal to Beauty — Satanic Buttons 
and Hooks — A Course in Matrimony — Jewels That Tire 
— A Feminine Code of Honor 28 

STORYETTES: Grave and Gay, Epigrammatic and Otherwise 29 


PERSONAL: Notes and Gossip — Movements and Where- 
abouts 30 

FOYER AND BOX-OFFICE CHAT: Next Week's Theatrical 

Attractions and Promises 31 

CURRENT VERSE: "For Sappho," by Wilton Agnew Bar- 
rett; "Old Time, the Thief," by Cora Lapham Hazard; 
"Guarded," by Richard Burton 31 

THE ALLEGED HUMORISTS: Paragraphs Ground Out by 

the Dismal Wits of the Day 32 

A Good Beginning. 

Mayor Rolph starts with a programme which we 
believe will command very general approval. His wish 
is for immediate construction of a city hall, and his 
choice is the old site. He takes no stock in pro- 
posals which would throw away a large investment for 
a scheme whose "artistic" inspirations are felt only by 
Mr. Phelan. So far, excellent. Manifestly Mr. Rolph 
is a man of common sense, unwilling to yield definite 
advantages to whimsical and, in a business sense, 
utterly foolish ambitions for a "civic centre" which 
we don't need and couldn't afford to pay for. Mr. 
Rolph's recommendation ought to settle this question, 
and if we may judge by the fact that the board of 
supervisors promptly "passed to print" an ordinance 
looking toward the carrying out of the mayor's sugges- 
tion, we may easily believe that it has done it. 

Mr. Rolph recommends that the city acquire the 
properties of the Spring Valley Company, at the same 
time keeping an eye .upon Hetch Hetchy as a future 
source of water supply. This probably in considera- 
tion of the state of the public mind is the best that 

could be expected. Most certainly, if the city is to 
own its own water supply, acquisition of Spring Valley 
is the first necessity. It may be necessary lor other 
than business reasons to continue to dangle Hetch 
Hetchy before the public, but as a matter of fact 
the project is impracticable, impolitic, futile. San 
Francisco will not need a Sierra water supply for a 
century to come, and when in future years it may need 
it Hetch Hetchy will not fill the bill. But if the public 
insists on being amused with dreams, it may just as 
well dream about Hetch Hetchy as something else. 

The mayor sees the necessity of extending and other- 
wise improving our street railway service ; and he has 
visions of an ultimate municipal ownership. But he 
does not get on so fast in the latter respect as not to 
see the necessity of enlisting private capital in this 
business. Evidently Mr. Rolph's views, even though a 
trifle "advanced," are still sane and under the domina- 
tion of business judgment. We wish the same opinion 
might be held of his recommendation for advancing the 
limitation upon municipal bonding. The present inhi- 
bition beyond 15 per cent of the assessed valuation of 
all the property of the city is quite generous enough. 
Under the socialistic spirit of the time the disposition 
will be to advance the municipal indebtedness to the 
highest legal point; and we think the limitation now in 
force a very proper and necessary bar to extravagance 
and reckless policies. 

The mayor's ideas with respect to the standardization 
of specifications for public supplies, for the establish- 
ment of a uniform system of public accounting, for 
securing the tenure of municipal employees, etc., are 
all in line with common sense. Evidently the mayor 
has studied these questions, and quite as evidently, 
judging by the prompt action at Monday's meeting of 
the board of supervisors, he will have the support of co- 
ordinate branches of the city government. 

Really it is a refreshment of the spirit to see our 
municipal affairs considered with respect to municipal 
interests and apart from the interests of organized 
graft, of labor-union pretensions and personal or class 
schemes of politics. Mr. Rolph begins well, and we see 
every reason to hope that he will continue in well- 
doing. , 

Taft and the "Fight." 

Mr. Taft's remarks at Chicago some two months back 
upon the uncertainty of political events was merely a 
detached fragment of philosophical speculation. But 
your average man in politics cares little and knows less 
of speculative philosophy. He lives and breathes in 
the concrete and he interprets any hint of uncertainty 
on the part of a candidate as indicative of timid or 
hopeless counsels. There were those even among Mr. 
Taft's friends who read in the Chicago remarks a 
meaning absolutely at odds with the intent of the utter- 
ance; and it was, of course, seized upon by opponents 
and rivals as a peg on which to hang unquieting asser- 
tions and discrediting rumors. These have followed 
duly; but Mr. Taft's positive declaration of last week 
puts them definitely and we trust permanently to sleep. 

Mr. Taft has never had but one idea as to a second 
term in the presidency. It was embodied in remarks 
made to a friend at Augusta, Georgia, just before his 
inauguration in 1909. "I do not intend," he said, "to 
give any thought to the matter of a second term. 1 
shall have my hands full if I occupy myself with ques- 
tions of the hour. I shall endeavor to make good as 
President of the entire country. If the country shall 
then desire my reelection that alone will insure re- 
nomination. If the country does not so wish, renomi- 
nation will be futile." This is the whole of Mr. Taft's 
policy as related to his personal fortunes. He now 
believes on the basis of his record supported by assur- 
ances from every part of the country that he has made 
good. He believes that a majority of his party wishes 
his renomination ; he therefore believes that he will be 
renominated and reelected. The inspiration of this 

belief is not in any propensity or skill in the political 
game; it is rather in his knowledge of his own achieve- 
ments, in his faith in the sincerity of his friends, and 
in his belief in the fundamental merit of the principles 
which have guided his course thus far and upon which 
his future administrative activities will be based. 

Mr. Taft came into the presidency as the representa- 
tive of ideas then regarded as "progressive." He saw 
that certain grievous abuses had grown up in the polit- 
ical practice of the country, and he was definitely in- 
spired with the idea of correcting them. He has pur- 
sued this idea with determination and with a sur- 
prising success. He has brought the administration 
in its various departments and phases from a go-as-you- 
please practice to a course of strict responsibility and 
accountability. He has substituted economy for extrav- 
agance in administration. In some very notable cases 
he has weeded out pretentious theorists bent on pur- 
suing arbitrary courses on the law-or-no-law principle 
and put in their places men who do not regard them- 
selves as too virtuous and wise to work under constitu- 
tional and legal limitations. He has with a special 
energy and with notable success pursued certain capi- 
talistic organizations whose greed and sense of power 
had led them into dishonest and illegal courses upon 
the assurance of immunity on the basis of financial 
strength and presumed political power. It is a record 
of extraordinary achievement in the face of difficulties; 
for while this work has been going on the President 
has had to meet malicious and often secret opposition 
where he had the right to expect friendship and co- 

While Mr. Taft has been pursuing a course strictly 
in line of his pretensions and promises, the so-called 
progressive movement has advanced by leaps and 
bounds, so fast, so furious, and so far as to have aban- 
doned and left far behind its original ground and 
its earlier purposes. It now appears not as a 
corrector of abuses in our political system, but as the 
proponent of an entirely new system based on other 
theories and promising a new order of things. It has 
thrown away the caution which established our govern- 
ment under a salutary scheme of checks and balances. 
It would throw away our fundamental and traditional 
idea of government under representation and reestab- 
lish our affairs under a system akin to pure democracy. 
Without acknowledging, probably without seeing, the 
tendencies of its proposals, it is by its extravagance 
and passion aiming directly toward the impracticable 
goals of a speculative socialism. 

Mr. Taft is still a progressive as that term was un- 
derstood in the year 1908. He is for correcting abuses 
which have grown up under the representative system. 
He is for hewing to the line no matter where the chips 
fall or whatever the effect may be upon his own for- 
tunes. But he is not for tearing down the fabric of 
established government and substituting for it a series of 
untried theories. He is not for a scheme which would 
drive independent and responsible men out of public 
life; be is not for a scheme which would overturn the 
fundamental law of the land ; he is not for a scheme 
which discredits the principles embodied in the 
foundation of the republic and which lightly regards 
the lessons of working experience. Above all. he 
abides by the old standards and the old obligations; and 
he supports no movement which has not the patience to 
wait upon orderly processes of law. He is for progress 
under the old system and the old standards and 
within the law: his face 'is definitely set against any 
practice — whether it be called progress or degeneracy — 
outside the law. 

Thus it is that Mr. Taft. who came into the pre>i- 
dency as a man of essentially progressive idea-, i^ now 
a man upon whom the conservative hopes of the country 
must be placed. He is for everything that he ever 
stood for; he is for progress in the sense that he would 
adapt the law to new conditions; hut he is steadfastly 
opposed 1" a wild and passionate radicalism which pro- 


January 13, 1912. 

poses nothing less than the tearing down of old theories, 
old faiths, old standards, under the inspirations of re- 
sentment on the one hand and of vanity and ambition 
on the other. 

Mr. Taft's party — the Republican party — is a party 
of progress; but it is not a party of revolution. It is 
essentially a party of responsibility. In one great crisis 
it saved the republic against the machinations of reck- 
less selfishness. The Republican party, we have faith, 
will be true to its history. It will discriminate between 
Mr. Taft, whose aim is to correct abuses in government 
under established, accepted, and conservative principles, 
and those who under a passion for destruction and re- 
organization would set the ship of state adrift upon 
uncharted seas. 

Mr. Taft has declared that "nothing but death" can 
keep him out of the presidential fight this year. We 
will add the prophecy that nothing but death will pre- 
vent Mr. Taft from being renominated and reelected. 
It is a very real crisis that confronts us. We shall 
either live by the established system or through revo- 
lutionary changes shall start on the road toward so- 
cialism. The common sense of the country, its sense 
of what is right and prudent as distinct from what is 
wrong and foolish, its instinct of self-preservation, will 
cause it to rally to Mr. Taft — to the man of respect for 
constitutions and traditions, the man inspired by zeal 
for worthy reforms but unwilling to go faster or fur- 
ther than prudence and the conserving spirit may lead. 

Now, Ohio! 

Until just now the movement to practically embody 
ultra-progressive ideas in state law has been limited 
to essentially Western states. Widely as it has spread 
in the relatively newer parts of the country, where 
politics is animated by "popular" as distinct from con- 
servative notions, it has gone slow in the region east 
of the Mississippi River. But now we are to see what 
a relatively old and relatively conservative state will do 
in the process of rewriting her basic law. Ohio is to 
supply the illustration. There assembled at Columbus 
on Tuesday of this week a convention duly commis- 
sioned to revise the state constitution, and it will be 
occupied with this work for some weeks. The mem- 
bers of this convention have been elected since the 
"progressive" agitation began, and a majority of its 
members — something like 70 per cent — are avowedly 
for the new order of things, although it is not just cer- 
tain what this phrase may mean under a local interpre- 
tation. If we may judge by campaign utterances, all of 
the "progressives" are for the initiative and the referen- 
dum and for the recall of officials other than judges. 
Many are openly for the recall of judges, but on this 
point there is a note of dissent which may prove a re- 
straining influence. 

Taken by and large, the convention is overwhelm- 
ingly radical in its ideas and is certain to present a 
state constitution embodying principles in closer accord 
with democratic ideals than with the standards of tra- 
ditional representative government as illustrated in our 
national system and until very recently in all our state 
systems. Now, will the people of Ohio, a community 
perhaps more fairly representative of national senti- 
ment in a political sense than any other, accept a modi- 
fication of her system so radical and revolutionary? 
Will Ohio throw over the principles upon which her 
political character was founded and in which it has 
been nourished to take up with the scheme of things 
established a few years back in Oklahoma and very re- 
cently imposed upon California? The constitutional 
convention will surely propose it, but it will remain 
with the people of Ohio to accept or reject it. 

Beyond a doubt the contest is on broadly between 
the old ideas and the new. We find proof of this in 
the circumstance that candidates for the presidency 
— Mr. Taft alone excepted — are fairly tumbling over 
each other in a race to get to the front of the 
radical movement; and in the further fact that on 
the floor of Congress there are avowed daily and 
with approval sentiments which only a -few years 
ago would have been regarded as treasonable. When 
a senator addressing the Senate may declare without 
rebuke, as did Mr. Ncwlands only last week, that "rep- 
resentative government has proved a failure" we may 
easily believe that the foundations of our old system 
are under assault. 

Casual and shallow observers who look upon this 

movement as "a passing phase" — as something to be 

corrected by .he next succeeding "phase" — fail to see 

the significance of the new order of things. This is the 

i rise" which permits of no return to con- 

servative and traditional things in an orderly way. It 
is not a mere change in the incidents of politics; the 
thing is fundamental. It means an essentially different 
idea in government, a different method in attaining 
government, other types of men in the administration 
of government. In the judgment of the Argonaut its 
ultimate effect, if it shall succeed broadly, will be to 
place the organization and control of government in 
the hands of those who have few motives tending to 
conservatism — who have little to lose and something to 
hope for through change, even through demoralization. 
Its tendency, we think, is directly towards that Utopian 
dream which calls itself socialism. 

Undoubtedly there must come under the insecurity of 
the new order of things a reversal of the public thought 
— a disposition to return to the tried and stable order 
of things. But with the restraints abandoned — with all 
the defenses of conservatism thrown down — the way 
will be difficult. The time to combat destructive tenden- 
cies is not after they have wrought their inevitable 
mischiefs, but before they have proceeded through folly 
to the climax of disaster. 

Mr. Pillsbury's Magic Lantern. 

Mr. A. J. Pillsbury is particularly sensitive to any 
criticism directed against the industrial accident board 
of which he is a member, or against the legislation, so 
profitable to himself, that called that board of three 
into existence. The history and purport of that legis- 
lation is now becoming firmly fixed in the public mind. 
Originally heralded by a constitutional amendment, it 
has taken definite form as the Roseberry law. Under 
the Roseberry law the employers of the state are finan- 
cially responsible for accidents happening to the em- 
ployed, to whatever cause those accidents may be due 
except intentional misconduct. The farm laborer who 
loses a limb through his own stupidity may claim dam- 
ages from the farmer, the workman who injures 
himself through his own folly or carelessness may sue 
his employer for adequate damages, and so on all down 
the line. The industrial accident board has been cre- 
ated to enforce and supervise this law. Mr. Pillsbury 
is a member of that board and Mr. Pillsbury receives 
$3500 a year for his eminent services. Therefore it is 
easy to understand why Mr. Pillsbury should be sensi- 
tive to criticism, and why he should shrink from old- 
fashioned references to politicians for whom a place 
and a salary must always be found and whose feet are 
never far from the public trough. Far be it from us 
to refer to Mr. Pillsbury as a tax eater. Let it suffice 
to say that he is one of those who eat the taxes. 

But it seems that the duties of the board are educa- 
tional as well as administrative. In view of the con- 
stitutional amendment and of the subsequent legislation 
it might be supposed that the public was already well 
informed as to the meaning of the Roseberry law and 
the sword that it holds in suspense over those public 
enemies known as employers of labor. But the legis- 
lature thought otherwise, or pretended to. It saw an 
opportunity to spend an additional $15,000 for "public 
instruction" and it entrusted this expenditure to Mr. 
Pillsbury and the two other gentlemen who are good 
enough to work with him for a trifle of $3500 a year 
each. In this way is the machine strengthened and 
little bosses created for the benefit of the larger ones. 
Mr. Pillsbury explains that the first duty of the board 
after drawing its salary is "to obtain a complete his- 
tory of the industrial accidents that take place in Cali- 
fornia during 1912." This, says Mr. Pillsbury, "will 
prove no small chore." That is true enough, but even 
the professional politician must do something for his 
salary, or seem to, and what can be more congenial 
than making investigations and compilations? When 
the reform wave has advanced somewhat further it 
may be possible openly to pension our Pillsburys, but 
just now we must take things as we find them in a 
world only partly regenerate. 

But the next educational duty of the board must be 
taken more seriously. Members of the board, travel- 
ing at the public cost, will be expected to go up and 
down the state with a magic lantern in order to show 
employers how best they can save their workmen from 
stubbing their toes, hammering their fingers, and other- 
wise injuring themselves at the expense of some one 
else. This, says Mr. Pillsbury, referring to his magic 
lantern, is "the best insurance and the best remedy for 
industrial ills." And all for $3500 a year each, or 
$10,500 for the three, over and above the special amount 
voted by the legislature for expenses. There are other 
duties that this special appropriation is to cover, but with 
the exception of the magic lantern they all relate to the 

investigating, researching, compiling, and reporting so 
dear, and yet so profitable, to the needy politician. But 
there must, of course, be some relief from duties that 
otherwise would be monotonous. Hence the magic lan- 
tern, and the traveling expenses to be paid by the 
public. Incidentally the machine — the political ma- 
chine, not the magic lantern — must profit largely from 
the perambulating zeal of three emissaries whose for- 
tunes may thus be said to be bound up with the triumphs 
of a reform administration. 

So far as the public has found a voice since the ad- 
journment of the legislature it seems to regard the 
whole business as a piece of noisy and extravagant 
humbug, and worse. Why is this particular law 
singled out for elucidation with a magic lantern? Are 
there no other laws in need of similar treatment? Cer- 
tainly there can be no dearth of politicians who need 
$3500 a year. Why not equip a whole vaudeville cir- 
cuit of showmen with magic lanterns in order to ex- 
plain all laws and to illustrate the general activities of 
the administration and the legislature so far as those 
activities will stand the limelight? The project will 
bear extension and it ought to be developed in the in- 
terests of public education, and of machine politicians 
and bosses that make up in greed what they lack in 

But the state may congratulate itself that it has 
been permitted to contribute thus generously to the 
support of Mr. Pillsbury, whose newspaper activities 
have been unaccountably ignored by an inappreciative 
public. The support of Mr. Pillsbury was formerly 
optional. It is now compulsory and by way of taxa- 
tion. We must all help in the Pillsbury menage. The 
tax collector will see to that. When Mr. Pillsbury's 
venture among the San Francisco newspapers flickered 
to an almost unnoticed extinction the Argonaut ven- 
tured to foresee for him a career more congenial with 
his capacities and abilities. That foresight has now 
been justified. Mr. Pillsbury will travel with a magic 

Mayor Rolph. 

For the first time in many years San Francisco now 
has a municipal administration representative both 
nominally and actually of the common interest and wel- 
fare. Hitherto since time out of mind we have had 
mayors representing some class, some faction, or some 
boss. And under this order of things we have had 
precisely the kind of government naturally to be ex- 
pected. It has given us a multitude of tax eaters, ex- 
travagance in every department of public expenditure, 
favoritism and inefficiency in public service, multiplied 
schemes of dishonesty, a politically organized school 
system, and a demoralized police. In addition, as a 
matter of course, it has given us at home a sense of 
political abasement, and abroad a gross ill repute. 

Mr. Rolph comes into office as the result of a uni- 
versal revolt against these abuses and shames. He 
stands in the mayoralty as the representative not of 
"labor" nor of "capital" nor of a professionalized "re- 
form," not of an interest, of a faction or of a boss. 
He comes at the behest of an overwhelming majority of 
our people, and he enters upon his labors supported 
by public respect and universal hope. His opportuni- 
ties are great, his responsibilities are large, but so far 
as we may judge from his character and activities as 
a private citizen, he is qualified to meet them. He has 
comparative youth with a propensity for public service, 
and his individual integrity and respectability are be- 
yond question. If not precisely what is called a strong 
man, Mr. Rolph is at least a sound man. His service 
at the head of the Chamber of Commerce assures a 
fair understanding of our larger community interests, 
and his activities in the local affairs of his home pre- 
cinct exhibit him as one painstaking and diligent in 
administrative detail. 

It so happens under a changing scheme of official 
tenure that Mr. Rolph is elected for an extraordinary 
term of four years. He will have time, therefore, to 
lay down plans covering a considerable period and to 
carry them forward to the point of final outcome. He 
has the support of associated officials, including a board 
of supervisors selected because of their sympathies 
with the purposes uppermost in his own election ; there- 
fore he is assured friendship and cooperation within the 
municipal system. 

San Francisco expects a great deal from Mr. Rolph. 
First it demands honesty and economy, but it will ex- 
pect more than that. It will look to see the system 
shorn of many of its costly excrescences. It will look 
to see the school department reorganized upon a non- 

January 13, 1912. 



political and a non-personal basis. It will look to see a 
purified police department with fixed subordination to 
law rather than to the personal will or whim of the 
head of the municipal government. It will look to see 
the rights of all citizens — including those who do not 
choose to join labor unions — guaranteed so long as they 
live decently and obey the laws. Above all, it will 
look to see the reestablishment of San Francisco in 
the respect of itself and of the outside world. 

Even while felicitating ourselves upon our new 
mayor and his prospects of success, we can but recall 
that other mayors have started right only in the end 
to go wrong. An unhappy fatality has seemed to at- 
tach to this particular office. In every case to which 
this remark applies demoralization has followed the 
development of individual ambition. More than one 
mayor, winning approval by energy and success in the 
earlier days of his administration, has been led by the 
suggestions of flattery, interest, or personal vanity to 
turn his eyes to higher eminences of political attain- 
ment. The wish to be governor or to be senator has 
superseded the normal and legitimate motives of service 
in the mayoralty. Then there have begun schemes of 
political organization under which the mayoralty, in- 
stead of serving its own legitimate purposes, has been 
sought to be used as a stepping-stone. And so through 
ambition, that vice from which we have been told even 
angels are not exempt, more than one of our past 
mayors has lost his virtue, to the ultimate climax of 
falling from public respect into the slough of universal 

Most earnestly the Argonaut counsels Mr. Rolph to 
put away ambition, excepting only the ambition to do 
the work under his hand for its own sake and in respect 
of its own purposes. By no other course is success in 
the mayoralty possible. And we may add incidentally, 
by no- other course can Mr. Rolph retain and augment 
the respect which now cordially greets and supports 
him in his high and honorable office. 

China Still in Trouble. 

It is not easy to understand precisely what is hap- 
pening in China, and when we do get the facts they 
may not prove at all to our liking. At least one thing 
is clear: China has not declared nationally for a re- 
public, reports to the contrary notwithstanding. A 
number of provincial governors, probably a majority, 
have declared themselves as republicans, and they have 
named Sun Yat Sen as provisional president, but the 
question was to be finally settled at a national conven- 
tion. An armistice was declared for the purpose of 
arranging such a convention, but the armistice was to 
last only until January 6, and therefore fighting was 
resumed last Saturday. Presumably the convention has 
receded into the background until the trial of military 
strength shall be more conclusive. The rebels say now 
that they will take Peking and so extinguish the last 
remnants of Manchu resistance, before resuming the 
work of reconstruction. Whether they can take 
Peking so easily as they suppose remains to be seen. 
The Dowager Empress seems to have disgorged a 
large sum of money for the purpose of defense, and 
Yuan Shi Ki is reported as being hopeful of a success- 
ful resistance. The news, therefore, is not so good 
as it was, and we may remember that while China has 
had several revolutions in the past she ' has never 
emerged from any of them without a loss of life that 
makes white warfare seem insignificant. 

And in the meantime the partition of China proceeds 
apace. By her practical annexation of Mongolia 
Russia has duplicated the policy that produced her war 
with Japan. Mongolia is not a part of China proper, 
that is to say she is not one of the sixteen provinces, 
but she none the less belonged to China and was gov- 
erned by China. The Russian move was of the usual 
kind. She demanded that the Chinese government 
keep order in Mongolia, and as the Chinese govern- 
ment is not at present in a position to keep order in a 
hen roost Russia has promptly occupied the country, 
which is what she intended to do. Great Britain, just 
now on bowing terms with Russia, will not protest. It 
will be far more satisfactory and profitable to take 
Thibet, also a Chinese possession, and so the game goes 
on. Manchuria, of course, is absolutely lost to China. 

If events turn out favorably — and they so rarely do 
in the Orient — the rebels will occupy Peking, peaceably 
or forcibly, a national convention will be held, and 
some stable form of government will be designed and 
accepted by the people. If the government is a strong 
one it will have something to say about Mongolia. If 
it is not a strong one it will have internal troubles to 

meet, and internal troubles in China mean wholesale 
and ruthless massacre. In either case the outlook is 
not reassuring. In point of fact China is a powder 
magazine and the lighted fuse is a short one. To throw 
up our hats at what we fatuously call the dawn of con- 
stitutional government in China may be gratifying to 
our own conceit, but so far it has no basis in fact. It 
is, of course, possible that China has seen a great light, 
hut when we remember the Boxer revolt and the 
Taeping rebellion it is hard to avoid apprehension. 

Women and the Eight-Hour Law. 

Among the valuable economic treatises issued by Co- 
lumbia University is a consideration of the attitude of 
American courts in labor cases, by Dr. George Gorham 
Groat. The author's immediate mission is to comment 
upon certain eight-hour laws recently passed in Colo- 
rado and elsewhere for the supposed protection of some 
specified class of labor, but his argument is equally 
applicable to the eight-hour law for women now in 
force in California. He asks the broad question if we 
have the right, in a purely private and lawful business, 
to prohibit an adult from working thereat more than 
eight hours a day on the ground that longer hours may 
possibly be prejudicial to health. We may leave the 
question of legal right upon one side, but Dr. Groat 
shows us clearly enough to what extension the same 
principle is liable: 

If, to protect the health of workmen * * * the legis- 
lature may limit them to eight hours' labor per day, it may 
hereafter, upon the ground that idleness, resulting from short 
hours of labor, leads to drunkenness and gambling, and in- 
dustry, promoted by longer hours, to happiness and health, 
enact that workmen must labor * * * fourteen to sixteen 
hours per day ; and by extending the same principle it may 
say, to use an illustration employed in argument, that a man 
weighing 120 pounds or less shall not work in a stone quarry 
because only large and powerful men can safely work therein 
* * * that only persons not needing the aid of eye-glasses 
shall become makers or repairers of watches, because labor, 
with such mechanical aids, upon delicate mechanisms, tends 
to destroy vision ; or that those suffering from sluggish livers 
shall not engage in sedentary occupations, because their 
health demands active, muscular effort. 

There is indeed no limit to the possible application 
of this principle of interference once it is allowed to 
pass unchallenged. There is no department of life, not 
even the most private, to be left untouched. The eight- 
hour law for women was passed under the pretense that 
the powers and efficiencies of maternity are impaired 
by undue labor. But how about the wearing of corsets 
and of high heels, excessive candy eating, late hours, 
and the hundred and one follies in which young women 
indulge? Every hygienist knows well that these things 
are far more prejudicial to maternity than is hard 
work, and if one may be regulated by law why not the 
others? Where, indeed, shall we stop? Why not reg- 
ulate food, drink, dress, amusements, and religion, since 
even religion may, and often does, develop an unduly 
emotional side highly injurious to motherhood? The 
eight-hour law for women can be defended only upon 
the ground that it is the duty of the state to see that 
no woman impairs her powers of maternity. Then let 
the state do the work properly instead of selecting the 
least of the evils and passing legislation that is in- 
tended to prepare women for maternity by preventing 
them from getting a living at all. 

Dr. Groat's suggestions for future legislation are by 
no means far-fetched. Indeed we are heading straight 
that way, and it is a way abhorrent to free institutions 
and to national virility. 

Editorial Notes. 

Mr. Roosevelt's latest spiel is with respect to his 
attitude towards the courts. "Only willful misrepre- 
sentation," he says, "can deceive the people as to what 
my position as to the courts is." Really now ! Let us 
run over the record : In Arizona last May Mr. Roose- 
velt declared himself opposed to recall of the judiciary 
on principle. At Los Angeles two days later, having 
in the meantime had a conference with the manager 
of the "progressive" campaign in California, he de- 
clared for the recall here, upon an insulting assumption 
that conditions in California were so bad that a de- 
parture from fundamental principles was not only 
allowable but necessary. Now, returning to funda- 
mental principles, he says: "I earnestly hope to see 
in the next New York constitutional convention pro- 
visions incorporated in the constitution which will 
enable the people to decide for themselves, by popular 
ballot after due deliberation, finally and without appeal, 
what the law of the land shall be." Now, in view of 
these three declarations, will somebody kindly tell us 

what Mr. Roosevelt's position is with respect to the 

Mr. La Follette has turned the light of his genius 
upon our financial system, and finds himself as usual 
forninst a-most everything. He does not like what we 
have got; he does not like anything anybody has yet 
proposed; he offers nothing himself in the way of a 
better system. Mr. La Follette is especially resentful 
against the bankers of the country, who he insists aug- 
mented the panic of 1907 by refusing, even when their 
vaults were "full of money," to lend it to necessitous 
and clamorous men of business on the verge of bank- 
ruptcy. If Mr. La Follette had been President, so he 
declares, he would have turned the bankers out of doors 
and put their establishments in the hands of receivers 
under instructions to pass out money to those who 
wanted it. In other words, Mr. La Follette would have 
taken the money in the banks and given it to those 
who needed it, over the protests of the men who owned 
it. And this is the sort of thing that Mr. La Follette 
calls financial statesmanship. 

Mayor Mott of Oakland thinks it prejudicial to edu- 
cation that school girls should powder their faces, 
rouge their cheeks, and wear false hair. One of the 
school directors, a lady, is of the same opinion, but she 
says that the problem is a difficult one and that "our 
board of education has been working for some time on 
this very question." The spectacle of a board of edu- 
cation "working for some time" in order to persuade a 
few vulgar little girls to behave themselves is not an 
edifying one. Our fathers would have settled that 
question in about three minutes, but nowadays every 
school urchin with a grievance may appeal to courts of 
law to decide whether or not the rules must be obeyed. 
And the courts of law seem to be just as powerless as 
the teachers themselves, as witness the continuance of 
the fraternity nuisance in spite of legislatures and 

If California legislators who were so noisily anxious 
to prevent women from earning a living had turned 
for an example to New York they would have found a 
statute that is equally effective in the protection of 
women as in safeguarding the interests of business and 
of the public. The New York law applies only to 
women under twenty-one years of age, and it forbids 
them to work for more than ten hours a day except 
during the six days preceding Christmas. Overtime, 
when necessary, is paid for, with the result that girls 
are able to earn a little extra money at a time when 
they are most in need of it. But a good example is 
lost upon a legislature that has avowedly abrogated its 
rights of deliberation and debate in favor of one man 
whose only idea of administration is to thump the tub 
and conjure cheers from the crowd. 

The representatives of the German newspapers 
Volkszeitung and Tageblatt have been expelled from 
Tripoli because of the unwelcome accuracy of their 
stories of Italian cruelty. The representative of the 
Tageblatt says that his interview with the Italian cen- 
sor was conducted with all politeness, but that he was 
practically told "to write what was pleasant to Italy or 
be expelled." The only correspondents now remaining 
are those who have consented to these terms, and that 
means that only Italian newspapers are represented at 
all. Under such conditions we may wonder how much 
actual fact reaches Italy at all. There can be no doubt 
that the newspaper correspondent is a nuisance to mili- 
tary commanders, who must keep their movements a 
secret, but if there is to be some semblance of humani- 
tarianism in war it is evident that the veil of secrecy 
must not be too heavy. One thing at least is certain. 
None of the unreported doings in Tripoli can be worse 
than those that were reported. 

Whatever else Mr. La Follette may be, he knows the 
tricks of the agitating trade. For example, at Dayton, 
Ohio, last week, in the midst of a perfervid arraign- 
ment of pretty much everybody and everything in the 
country, Mr. La Follette halted, and with hand to neck 
said : "Say, my collar is too tight." Then he whipped 
it off and proceeded collarless to support the cause of 
woman suffrage. This, as an appeal to the back 
benches, is almost as good as Mr. Roosevelt's wild 
cavort on a pinto cayuse around the Kansas City fair 
grounds two years ago. It is to be noted, however, 
that neither of these adroit gentlemen has atl 
duplicate his delicate feat before a Bosd 



It seems that Dr. Orville W. Owen is still making mud pies 
in the bed of the River Wye and that he has found some 
more things that he was not looking for. It will be remem- 
bered that he began the search for the Shakespearean manu- 
scripts that were actually written by that gay deceiver, Francis 
Bacon. He found no manuscripts, but he did find an ancient 
Roman bridge that was quite an acquisition. Then he trans- 
ferred his quest to dry land and discovered, not manuscripts, 
but some curious old crypts. Now after long and weary 
waiting we hear once more from Dr. Owen. He is still at it 
and as busy as ever delving away in the mud, and now he 
says that he has found "descriptions"' of an airship, but that 
he will make nothing public until he has found something 
complete. Our expectations are rising. Nothing will now 
satisfy us short of a treatise by Bacon on radium, the X-Ray, 
and the Sherman act. But perhaps we ought to take Dr. 
Owen more seriously. He has actually found some remark- 
able things, and he has evidently been able to persuade his 
wealthy patrons that he will find something more still. 

January 13, 

Here is a good story of Rossetti which shows that he 
understood the art of advertising. He told a friend that he 
wanted to buy an elephant. "I mean him," he said, "to clean 
the windows ; and then when passers-by see the elephant 
cleaning the windows they will say, 'Who lives in that house?' 
And people will tell them, 'Oh, that's a painter called Rossetti.' 
And they will say, 'I think I should like to buy some of that 
man's pictures,' and so they will ring, and come in and buy." 

Dentistry is supposed to be among the peculiar triumphs of 
our own civilization, but here we find the journal of the 
American Medical Association speaking with positive enthusi- 
asm of the dentistry of antiquity. The oldest of all is a 
Phoenician specimen of bridgework found in a tomb near Sidon 
in which the teeth are united by gold wire, two of the teeth 
having been transplanted. In the museum of Corneto are a 
number of fine specimens of dental work of the sixth and 
seventh centuries before Christ. They consist of bridgework 
made by riveted bands of metal. One of them supported 
three artificial teeth, two of them being made from a single 
ox tooth grooved to imitate human teeth. It will be remem- 
bered that Martial speaks of an old woman who was so 
frightened that her teeth fell out, and elsewhere he compares 
the fine teeth of one woman with the poor teeth of another, 
and explains that the former had purchased her dental equip- 
ment while the latter still depended upon nature. The Romans 
were very particular about their teeth. They had them filled 
when necessary and were experts in the making of washes, 
dentrifices, and the like. 

The correspondent of the London Daily Express who is now 
with the Turkish forces in Tripoli says that the Turks are 
hoping much from the cost of the war to Italy. The war is 
costing Turkey nothing, but the Italians are spending vast 
sums in incessant cannonading at nothing more vulnerable 
than the desert sands. The correspondent says that there art 
Italian prisoners in the hands of the Turks and that they are 
well treated, and especially the wounded. He then adds: 
"The Turkish doctors have other patients, too. I was in 
one of the medical tents this morning, and there entered a 
muffled litle figure in the dress of an Arab girl. Hiding her 
face, she crouched on the floor, and the doctor, removing 
bandages and pads, showed me a ghastly cavity in the poor 
little creature's shoulder. An Italian bullet had entered — 
from behind ! — and had passed through, making a dreadful 
wound. I questioned her, and the child, still muffling her 
face in her striped robe, told me how the Christian soldiers 
broke into her father's house and killed her mother and sis- 
ter, and how she, being near the door, had run out into the 
street. Some of the soldiers followed her to the door, and 
stood there firing at her as she ran down the street ; and 'At 
last,' said she, 'one of those Christians shot me as you see, 
here in the shoulder, and I fell down.' " 

liberal opinions, and he was probably annoyed more by the 
breach of etiquette than by the affront to piety. It is gen- 
erally believed that among the counsels given to him by the 
late King Edward was a warning that the church was the 
real enemy of Spain. It is certain that the religious liberals 
are now in the saddle everywhere and are determined to 
press their advantage to the uttermost. A correspondent of 
London Truth says that there is no parallel to the situation 
in Europe and that the quarrel between the king and his 
aunt is but an example of feuds that are raging in every 
family in Spain. 

We had nearly forgotten the Camorra trial, but now comes 
a dispatch to remind us that it has been going on steadily 
for nine months but that it now seems likely to collapse from 
sheer weariness. The jury has notified the court that it 
needs no more evidence, and yet there are still ninety-two 
witnesses who must be heard if the opposing counsel insist 
upon their rights. The public prosecutor has allowed it to be 
known that his speech will occupy two weeks, and as most of 
the prisoners have their own attorneys, who have the right to 
speak for practically as long as they wish, the outlook is not 
an encouraging one. But that the trial should come to an 
end without a verdict is unthinkable. All competent ob- 
servers are agreed that its conduct has been effective and 
dignified and that the delays are due only to the magnitude of 
the task. 

European economists are busily estimating the cost of a war 
between England and Germany, not, of course, the cost in 
human life, which does not matter, but the cost in money, 
which does matter. Italy's war with Turkey is costing 
$400,000 a day and she has only 60,000 people in the field. 
The Boer war cost a total of $1,035,000,000. The Russo- 
Japanese war cost Russia $723,000,000 and Japan $650,000,000, 
but these figures will all be surpassed in the struggle that 
every one assumes to be close. A moderate estimate assumes 
that the loss in a war between Germany, France, and Eng- 
land lasting a year would be $2,300,000,000 each. Professor 
Riesser, the German finance expert, puts the figures a little 
lower. Assuming that Germany puts 2,000,000 men into the 
field and keeps 1,000,000 as a reserve, she will pay for the 
first year $1,620,000,000. France will pay about the same, 
and also England. The first step on the declaration of war 
would be to transform all state banks into war banks, to seize 
deposits everywhere, and to issue paper money to be accepted 
at face value. No European country has a war reserve with 
the exception of Germany and Russia. But Germany's famous 
treasure house in the tower of Spandau contains only $30,- 
000,000, while the Bank of State at St. Petersburg has in its 
vaults $495,000,000. That such a discussion should arise at 
the present time is ominous, especially as there are but few 
signs that the peoples of Europe have any intention to en- 
force their own peaceful interests upon their governments. 


An unpleasant incident attended the opening of the Indian 
Durbar. When the time came for the Gaekwar of Baroda to 
be presented to the emperor, instead of observing the usual 
ceremonial he bowed once and then turned his back. 
On the following day the Gaekwar published his apology. 
He had been overcome by nervousness and had failed 
to observe the usual formality, an explanation some- 
what thin in view of the fact that he has occupied 
the throne of Baroda for nearly thirty years and pre- 
sumably knows how to comport himself. Moreover, the 
loyalty of the Gaekwar is by no means above suspicion. His 
territory has become a favorite harbor for the disaffected, 
and during his many European visits he is known to have 
consorted with leaders of the so-called popular parly. The 
Gaekwar of Baroda is one of the three native princes who 
are entitled to a salute of twenty-one guns, and it is quite 
upon the cards that upon the next occasion he will get nine- 
teen only. That would be considered a smart punishment, as 
it would mean a reduction in the standing of the state. There 
are eight native princes who receive nineteen guns, thirteen 
who receive seventeen, sixteen who receive fifteen, five who 
receive thirteen, and thirty-eight who receive eleven. The 
present Gaekwar was specially selected and educated for the 
position that he now holds, his predecessor having been de- 
posed for misgovernment. Among his jewels is a pearl neck- 
lace worth $10,000,000 and his annual income is about 

The clash between the King of Spain and his aunt, the 

Infanta Eulalia, is typical of the religious feuds that now 

agitate the whJe country. The objectionable book written by 

the Infanti w „ aimed at the Church of Rome and was in- 

mphasize her sympathy with the reformers by 

livorce. The king himself is supposed to hold 

Mr. G. B. Shaw is displeased with the Irishmen who made 
a disturbance at the New York performance of Synge's "Play- 
boy of the Western World." He says they are stage Irish- 
men and are no longer to be found in Ireland, in fact that 
Ireland is now in full reaction against them. He adds that 
sometimes these Clan na Gael Irishmen come over in cattle 
boats. "You know what the name means — the 'Collectors of 
Gold.' They collect gold when they can get it — coppers when 
they can't. For Ould Ireland, of course. You must bear in 
mind that Ireland is now in full reaction against them. The 
stage Irishmen of the nineteenth century, generous, drunken, 
thriftless, with a joke always on his lips and a sentimental 
tear always in his eye, was highly successful as a borrower 
of money from Englishmen — both in Old and New England— 
who indulged and despised him because he flattered their 
sense of superiority. But the real Irishman of today is so 
ashamed of him that the Irish players have been unable to 
find a single play by a young writer in which Ireland is not 
lashed for his follies. Now you can imagine the effect of 
all this on the American pseudo-Irish, who are still exploiting 
the old stage Ireland for all it is worth, and defiantly singing 
'Who Fears to Speak of '98?' under the very nose of the 
police — that is, the New York police, who are mostly Fenians." 

The French surgeon Czernicke in his reminiscences of the 
Franco-Prussian war tells a story that seems to place Bis- 
marck in a new and more gentle light. He says : "Seated 
on some straw and propped up against a pillar of the church 
of Rezonville was one of our poor soldiers, a quite young 
man named Rossignol. A shell, striking him like the lash 
of a whip, had carried away both his eyes and the bridge of 
his nose, leaving the front of the skull bare. This fearful 
wound was covered with a dressing. He lay there calm, 
silent, and motionless, in quiet resignation. Bismarck stopped 
in front of him and asked me what was his case. He seemed 
really touched. 'There is war for you, messieurs the sena- 
tors and deputies!' Then, turning to one of his suite, he 
said: 'Please bring me some wine and a glass.' He filled the 
glass to the brim, took a sip, and then, gently tapping the 
shoulder of the poor martyr, he said : 'My friend, will you 
not drink something?' Rousing himself from the deathlike 
stupor that was creeping over him the man assented. Wu 
then saw Bismarck stoop and very softly and slowly give 
the wounded soldier the wine. Rising again, he drank what 
was left in the glass, and said : 'What is your name, my boy, 
and where do you come from?' 'Rossignol, from Brittany.' 
The count then took his hand, and said: T am Bismarck, my 
comrade, and I am very proud to have drunk out of the 
same glass as a brave man like you,' and stretching his hand 
over the horribly mutilated head, he seemed to give him a 
mute benediction." Sidney G. P. Cokyn. 

One-seventh of the population of the United States 
now is of foreign birth, and, barring the Indians, all 
of it is of foreign descent. 

The Gods of the Saxon. 

We have set the White Christ forward, we have bid the old 

gods go, 
We be Christians, Christian peoples, singing psalm tunes staid 

and slow, 
We have strewn the graven idols, we are bounden to the 

hi hoc signo is written — but we prove it with the sword. 

For the old gods played us hazards, and they tracked us in 

their wrath 
By the smoke of sacrifices that we made along our path; 
Saved us to outwit each other ; broke us if they listed, then, 
And at best of all their saving they were gods, and we were 


But the White Christ He is lowly, He hath thorns about His 

He hath sorrowed, He hath suffered, — Lord, what boots Thy 

sorrow now? 
Seeing that we give our brother to the kite-kind and the crow, 
And the shell-strewn bones to whiten where the shy wild 

cattle go. 

And the old gods gather, gather where the shrilling bugles 

For the hot-blown breath of battle fans the elder gods awake, 
Calling high above the trumpets, saying : "Thus the old rune 

By the net that took the fathers ye shall surely snare the sons. 

'4 By u he - biUer luSt of em P ire - °y th e fret of boasts withstood, 
By the itch of pndeful peoples that must make their boastings 

In the fern damp, by the veldt-side, we have brought them 

stark and low, 
They that make no more for mornings, nor for any winds 

that blow." 

We be Christians, Christian peoples, thinking scorn of ruder 

But above the Pax Vobiscum, keener than the prayers we 

Come the jeering gods of warfare from the ends of all the 

By the White Christ, wan and wounded, and they mock Him 

with their mirth. —Mary Austin. 


The Death-Song of the Hemlock. 
\ e say I am old — I am old — and ye threaten to hew me down. 
Lest the roof of your puny dwelling should be crushed by my 

heavy crown; 
Ye measure my spreading branches, ye mock me with idle 

fears — 
Ye pygmies that creep at my footstool, what know ye of age 

or years? 

I reckon ye all as shadows ! Ye are but as clouds that pass 
Over the face of the mountains and over the meadow grass; 
Your generations are phantoms; like wraiths they come 

and go, 
Leaving no trace behind them in the paths they used to know ! 

But I ! For six hundred rolling years I have stood like a 

watch-tower, I ! 
I have counted the slow procession of Centuries circling by ! 
I have looked at the sun unblenching, I have numbered the 

midnight stars, 
Nor quailed when the fiery serpent leaped from its cloudy 

bars ! 

Or ever ye were a nation, or your Commonwealth was born, 
I stood on this breezy hill-top, fronting the hills of morn ; 
In the strength of my prime uplifting my head above meaner 

Till only the strong winds reached it, or the wild birds' 

sweeping wings ! 

It was mine to know when the white man ventured the un- 
known seas, 

And silence fled before him, and the forest mysteries ; 

I rose, his towers and steeples that pierced the unfathomed 

And his proud domes darkened the Heavens — but above them 
all soared I ! 

He builded his towns and cities, and his mansions fine and 

And slowly his fertile meadows grew wide in the tranquil air; 
He stretched his iron pathways from the mountains to the 

sea, — 
But little cared I for his handiwork! 'Twas the One Great 

God made me ! 

The Earth and the Sun and the mighty Winds and the Great 

God over all. 
These bade me stand like a sentinel on the hill-top grand and 

Know ye that a hundred years ago men called me old and 

worn ? 
Yet here I tower above their graves, and laugh them all to 

scorn ! 

For what are threescore years and ten, ye creatures of a day? 
Ye are like to me the flying motes that in the sunshine play! 
Shall I tremble because ye threaten, and whisper that I am 

I will die of my own free, lordly will, ere the year has shed 

its gold! 

But till then, as I stood or ever the land of your love was 

I will stand erect on my hill-top, fronting the hills of morn; 
In the pride of mine age uplifting my head above meaner 

Till only the strong winds reach it, or the wild birds' sweeping 

wings. — Julia C. R. Dorr. 

An improved method of administering ether and 
chloroform for surgical operations — a method which is 
said to have reduced the death risk of anaesthesia to 
nothing and to have eliminated in 90 per cent of cases 
the nausea which has usually racked patients after ope- 
rations — has been discovered and proved. "Vapor 
anaesthesia" is what Dr. Gwathmey, the famous sur- 
geon of New York, calls the method. What he does 
is to force the vapor of ether or chloroform, or a mix- 
ture of both, through warmed water before letting the 
patient breathe it. The warmth of the water causes 
the anaesthetic, instead of irritating the mucous lining 
of the lungs and bronchial tubes by its coldness, to 
reach them at approximately blood heat. The water 
itself absorbs the poisonous aldehydes, which, with the 
irritation caused by the chill, have caused the nausea. 

January 13, 1912. 




New Yorkers Crowd the House of the Late George Crocker, 
to Appraise the Art Treasures on Sale. 

A decorous but manifestly curious throng has pos- 
sessed the house of the late George Crocker at East 
Sixty-Fourth Street and Central Park East yesterday 
and today. Admission was gained by cards issued to 
applicants by the American Art Association, the object 
being to afford an opportunity for inspection to pros- 
pective purchasers of the furniture, porcelains, and 
cabinet pieces accumulated by the millionaire collector 
and now to be sold and scattered. A view of these 
treasures of art in their appropriate setting is a well 
considered appreciation of their value, especially to 
those qualified to discriminate, and the attendance 
proves an interest that may well be called general, 
whether it be commercial or artistic. I am inclined to 
believe that few of those who have visited the spacious 
residence at this time are really looking for bargains 
in bric-a-brac. Most of those with whom I mingled 
carried themselves with an assumed jauntiness that was 
at intervals quite overcome by an air of awed interest, 
such as that which makes even experienced sightseers 
in a museum step cautiously and look reverently. 
There were enough, however, of the assured sort, who 
commented flippantly and criticized ponderously. Col- 
lecting objects of art is evidently a serious business. 
There is hardly a specimen in the more than eight 
hundred catalogued that would not delight one not 
already sated with contemplation of beauty in form and 
color, but rare indeed is the offering that is not depre- 
ciated by some one among the critics appraising them. 
The sale, set for the last of the week at the American 
Art Galleries, will emphasize their judgments. 

More unqualified praise is given to the rugs, tapes- 
tries, and portieres than to any other department of the 
collection, and it seems entirely justified. On the floors 
of the reception-room and the drawing-room there are 
Persian rugs that would be worthy show-pieces any- 
where. They are in handsome colors, harmoniously 
blended, and the general effect is one to charm the eye. 
Perhaps the surroundings, in space and arrangement, 
add measurably to their appearance of costly fitness, 
but even so, their choice is evidence of the good taste 
of their former owner. A pair of Flemish tapestries, 
with designs after Watteau, are neglected by none of the 
connoisseurs who pass through the rooms. I would be 
completely satisfied did my post-Christmas summing up 
of resources demonstrate the possibility of acquiring 
them in a legal way. To those who can revel in ecclesi- 
astical ornaments, with their symbolism and suggestion, 
one might recommend an Italian embroidered altar- 
piece, clear and impressive in design, deep and rich in 
color. I can not have the Watteau tapestries, and 
would be prepared to content myself with the hand- 
some crimson portieres, did I not realize that they are 
meant for arched portals more stately than those which 
give entrance to my study. 

Porcelain vases are numerous, some Chinese and 
characteristic, some European and more attractive to 
the eye not trained to technicalities of ware and finish. 
The critics sniff at the setting of an old Chinese vase 
in the drawing-room, which is mounted in gilt ormolu. 
They say the Louis XVth ornate design of the mount- 
ing does not suit the conspicuous porcelain vessel, and 
probably they are right, though I found greater incon- 
gruities in the collection which almost fills the dining- 
room. How is it possible to bring together the gems 
that have been wrought by the artisans of all countries 
and all historical periods without now and then a clash 
of artistic proportions and values? For me, there is 
neither beauty nor utility in a set of little silver 
butter-dishes with a burnished coin for the centre of 

As I refer to the catalogue now I discover that more 
than half of its contents remain unknown, to prompt 
another visit, though my view was leisurely and pur- 
poseful. I saw many elaborate sets of furniture which 
did not tempt me, and among the books, half a thou- 
sand volumes or more, the finest bindings enclosed 
pages that could not possibly stir my interest. There 
is a collection of guns that would awaken the cupidity 
of a sportsman, but I lingered longer over an interest- 
ing lot of snuff-boxes that tell many stories of a custom 
that went out with lace sleeve-trimming for men. Was 
there ever a stranger mixture of courtly indulgence 
and repellant detail than is brought to mind by these 
jeweled receptacles that might fitly have served as tiny 
caskets for unset diamonds and rubies? But to have 
a dozen of these old-time accompaniments of dignity 
and grace in one's cabinet as a deposit-fund of romantic 
speculation ! Others prefer the squat Japanese clocks, 
the jades in their crystal cases, the miniature carvings 
that speak of Oriental patience and devotion to art, but 
I shall bid for at least one snuff-box. 

This letter should be something more than a copy of 
the catalogue, but to give more than a hint of the fea- 
tures of this display preceding the sale would require 
more space than I am allotted. In addition to the ob- 
jects of art which have been mentioned there is a note- 
worthy collection of paintings. These have not been 
exhibited to visitors. They will be shown at the Amer- 
ican Art Galleries and sold at auction at the Plaza 
Hotel on the evening of January 24. The proceeds 
of the sale of the contents of Mr. Crocker's house are 
to be given to Columbia University, as provided in his 
will, and they will make up a bequest of importance, 
as the amount should not fall short of $200,000. In 

fact, the furniture, porcelains, and bric-a-brac should 
bring much more than half of that sum. 

One can easily pardon the desire to see an art col- 
lection like this, made by one who could gratify his 
taste, regardless of cost, and if there was only one prob- 
able buyer in every twenty visitors it will not seem 
strange. And, again, it is perhaps quite as well, now 
that it is to be scattered, that it should go to enrich and 
beautify a hundred homes, though to few that can be 
more appropriate than the one which has held them all. 
The university will have their equivalent in money- 
if the bidders are not faint of heart — but the dreams of 
the artists, made imperishable, will delight those who 
possess them and the greater many who are privileged 
to see them once or often. Should I be so fortunate 
as to obtain one of those gemmed snuff-boxes, I shall 
learn to enjoy the real Scotch or Macaboy. and with 
every whiff of its flavor recall the museum of costly 
vanities that kept me better than amused all this winter 
afternoon. Flaneur. 

New York, January 2. 1912. 

Death of Admiral Evans. 

Rear-Admiral Robley D. Evans, "Fighting Bob" to 
an admiring nation, died suddenly at his home, 324 In- 
diana Avenue, in Washington, on January 3. Acute 
indigestion ended the career of one of the most popular 
officers in the navy. He was ill less than two hours. 
He had not been in good health for some years, but it 
was not suspected that his end was near. 

Rear-Admiral Evans had been crippled since the 
fierce assaults on Fort Fisher on January 15, 1865, in 
which he participated both by land and sea, and during 
which he received four rifle-shot wounds. His dash- 
ing courage and outspoken manner made him popular 
in the navy long before he attracted national attention. 
It was during the Chilean episode, in 1891, that he won 
the sobriquet "Fighting Bob" on account of the readi- 
ness with which he met and disposed of a ticklish situa- 
tion at Valparaiso. 

In the war with Spain Rear-Admiral Evans was con- 
spicuous, particularly at the battle of Santiago, where 
he commanded the Iowa. Subsequently he commanded 
the Asiatic and Atlantic fleets, and was on board duty 
in Washington. His last prominent service was as 
commander-in-chief of the fleet on its journey from 
Hampton Roads to San Francisco en route around the 

"Bob" Evans was a gallant naval officer, whose ca- 
reer furnishes an example for the young men who are 
coming to the front. He was able, industrious, brave, 
and patriotic, and his memory will be kept green in the 
service and in the hearts of his countrymen. 


Wherever a German table delicacy is in demand, 
there is the Westphalian ham to be found. It is given 
its peculiar piquant taste by the use of juniper berries 
in smoking the meat. The juniper shrub is indigenous 
to northwestern Germany and so plentiful, especially 
in Westphalia, that to its presence is due the growth, 
during the past several centuries, of two principal in 
dustries of this German province, the distillation of gin 
and the preparation of hams. After weeks of prepara- 
tion the hams are ready to be smoked. The smoke- 
houses consist sometimes of two, and sometimes of 
three stories, the fire being kindled in the lowest and 
the meat hung in the second and third, to which the 
smoke ascends through holes in the flooring. West- 
phalian hams are invariably smoked over a bright fire 
made of beech-wood only, except that juniper twigs 
and berries are constantly thrown on the fire. Beech- 
wood sawdust is strewn over the fire in case it becomes 
too strong. The smoking process requires on an aver- 
age about eight days. 

A South American railroad from Arica, Chile, to La 
Paz, Bolivia, is able to boast of equipment unique in 
the history of railroading. At its highest point it 
reaches an altitude of 14,105 feet, making it one of the 
highest lines in the world. The effect of the quick 
ascent and great altitude on people having weak or 
abnormal hearts is to be counteracted by having oxygen 
compartments in the passenger cars. Passengers sub- 
ject to mountain sickness or heart weakness may oc- 
cupy the oxygen compartments, in which they will 
have in the air they breathe the same proportions of 
oxygen as at sea level. 


A relic of the Days of Terror in the Revolution, 
when the aristocrats were strung up to lanterns in the 
Paris streets, has disappeared. Until a few days ago 
the last of these old lanterns, which were pulled up and 
down on a pulley to a gallows-shaped iron rod, still 
hung opposite the Hotel de Lausanne on the Quai des 
Celestins. Some necessary repairs to the quay made it 
imperative to pull down the wall, and the lantern has 
been sent to the Musee Carnavalet. It was the last oil 
lamp in the Paris streets, and up to this time was filled 
and lighted every evening. 

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In Italy a means has been discovered to turn to ac- 
count the hitherto worthless pips of the grapes used in 
wine-making. Oil is now extracted from them on a 
commercial scale by a process of direct heating with 
tetrachloride of carbon. The latter is obtained in abun- 
dance in Italy in the preparation of electrolytic soda. 


Earthquakes occur with considerable frequency in 
New Zealand, but no damage has so far been noticed 
in the case of reenforced concrete. 

H. Rider Haggard, the novelist, has just been made 
a baronet. 

Clara Barton, first president of the American Red 
Cross, founded in 1851, recently celebrated her nine- 
tieth birthday at her home in Glen Echo, Maryland. 

Prince Adelbert, the Kaiser's second son, who is ex- 
pected to join the German cruiser Bremen on the West 
Atlantic station this summer, is an expert on the use 
of torpedoes and a naval tactician of ability. 

Patrick Francis Gleason, who has just been admitted 
to the practice of law in California, has been for years 
a priest in the Catholic church. He lives at Truckee. 
and arduously prepared himself for the examinations 
just ended. Father Gleason passed at the head of a 
class of eighteen. 

The Duchess of Aosta, a foremost member of Italy's 
royalty, is a nurse on the Red Cross hospital ship Meiifi. 
which is used to convey wounded soldiers from Tripoli 
to Italy. That her identity might not be discovered 
she assumed the name of Signora Aosta. She is a 
nurse of ability, and is beloved by the soldiers. 

Miss Mona Wilson, the only woman on the insurance 
commission for England, whose members were recently 
named by Lloyd George, is the daughter of Canon Wil- 
son, formerly archdeacon of Manchester. She has long 
devoted herself to the study of industrial questions, and 
has served on the Home Office department committee 
of industrial accidents. 

Mrs. Tom Thumb, the widely known lilliputian, has 
been on the stage for fifty-four years, and is still vi- 
vacious and young in spirit. She has visited nearly 
every country in the world, and has met all the Presi- 
dents of the United States who were in office during 
her stay in this country. She is in private life the wife 
of Baron Magri. Her first husband was Charles S. 

Canon James Denton Thompson, whose appointment 
as bishop of Sodor and Man has just been approved by 
King George, is an author of considerable prominence, 
as well as an interesting minister. He was born in 
1856, and since 1905 has been rector of Birmingham. 
One of his best-known books is "Church and the 
People." He is fond of outdoor life and plays a good 
game of golf. 

J. C. McReynolds, special assistant counsel for the 
government in its recent action against the Tobacco 
Trust, has retired as a "trust buster" and will open law 
offices in New York. He is a native of Kentucky, a 
graduate of Vanderbilt University, where he later be- 
came professor of law. He practiced law in Nashville, 
was a gold Democrat, and was an elector-at-large from 
Tennessee on the Palmer-Buckner ticket. 

John Douglas Southerland. Duke of Argyll, who h'as 
written an opera which will be produced this spring, is 
the former governor-general of Canada. He held that 
high office from 1878 until 1883. The duke is the au- 
thor of a number of works, probably his best known 
being "Life and Times of Queen Victoria." Since 1892 
he has been governor and constable of Windsor Castle. 
He married Princess Louise, sister of King Edward 

Darius Miller, a multimillionaire of New Britain, 
Connecticut, who began life with $700 and the determi- 
nation to succeed, has made most of his fortune at 
home, having little of the rolling stone in his nature. 
With his original fortune — a gift from his father — he 
went into merchandising. His store prospered and 
grew. Other investments proved successful, but Miller 
kept his store, which he still conducts, and at the age 
of eighty-one years has no intention to lay down the 
reins and retire. 

Otto T. Bannard of New York, mentioned as the 
man whom President Taft is reiving upon to direct his 
campaign in the Empire State, ran for mayor of New 
York a few years ago, but was unsuccessful. He is a 
prominent banker, but began life as a lawyer, practicing 
until 1889. after graduating from Yale and Columbia. 
He is president and active manager of the National 
Employment Exchange, organized in 1909, on the Sage 
Foundation. He is unmarried, and a member of the 
University, Union, and Yale clubs. 

Judge William Cather Hook of Leavenworth. Kan- 
sas, who may be named as the successor of the late 
Chief Justice Harlan in the Supreme Court of the 
United States, is at present one of the judges of the 
Eighth Federal Court. He gained unusual prominence 
by his recent decisions in the Standard Oil case and the 
Harriman merger. Judge Hook was born and raised 
in Leavenworth. His probable aopointment has caused 
some oposition among state railroad commissioners, 
who find fault with some of his rate decisions. 

Governor George W. Donaghey of Arkansas, who has 
threatened to liberate scores of men in the convict 
camps if the contractors do not use more humane meth- 
ods in handling them, began life as a cabinetmaker. He 
was born in Louisiana in 1856, and has made his own 
way in the world. He has been a furniture dealer, hard- 
ware merchant, and contractor, and has erected build- 
ings in Arkansas, Texas, and Louisiana. Since 1883 he 
has lived in Arkansas. Governor Donaghev is a di- 
rector in two banks and is interested in otl pur- 


January 13, 1912. 


Related by One of the Gentlemen 'Who Came Home Late. 

Our rooms were in an oppressively quiet street. 
Frondeur and I, who generally came home late, and she, 
the woman who sang across the way, were the sole dis- 
turbing elements. We used to sit in the summer nights 
with open windows to hear the concerts of our unknown 
neighbor, which began about ten and went on to mid- 
night. Our concerts were al fresco, and, in the Ger- 
man custom, were frequently given at sunrise, though 
oftener than every May Day. Ours, as to noise and 
discord, were Wagnerian, but she was a true Italian. 
But the neighbors slept through both, as they do in 
the city through all noises — of cats, milkmen, and drays 
for the ferries. It was only when we had not the ma- 
terial for getting up one of our concerts that we 
attended hers — that is to say, when we were poor, and 
had to stay in the house. It would have paid us at the 
same price as that of one of our own musicales. She 
was of the "old school good school," as I said, with its 
trills and quavers and surrenders of sense to sound. I 
thought her voice perfect, and battled for my conviction 
with Frondeur. who had heard more operas than I had 
heard of : but. "Pshaw, I tell you it is worn ! But she 
is a consummate artist," he would say. 

One night Frondeur did something rash. It was a 
"Trovatore" night. She had sung something — the 
"Tacea la Notte." I think — and then had let her fingers 
wander at random over the old score. Snatches and 
catches we got of all the most hackneyed melodies, till 
we marked the quick leap of "Di Ouella Pira." Fron- 
deur squirmed in his chair. "I wish she would play that 
again." said he. Sure enough, something in the spout- 
ing melody had arrested the listless fingers. It began 
again, and with the note came one from my chum, 
struck with wonderful accuracy, considering the dis- 
tance. The piano stopped, and then came the sharp 
repetition that marks the waiting accompaniment. 
Frondeur jumped to his feet — had I ever seen him do 
so before? — and went storming up the splendid score 
clear to the great A and down again without a break, 
the piano firmly accompanying. I had never heard him 
sing before, except the anthems whereby and with hal- 
looing Jack Falstaff lost his voice. Then he sat down 
and damned himself in the polyglot profanity which I 
envied. With an Esculapian precision and elaborate- 
ness, he cursed each member of his corporeal frame, 
and devoted his soul to every Gehenna that the mind 
of man has invented, as those of a boy and a black- 
guard, swearing d la mode de Paris et de Londres and 
in the famous Liverpudlian. 


"There's your prima donna, Ned," he said, the next 
evening, as we started back to our rooms after dinner. 
I looked up, and along the shady street I saw a stoutish 
woman, a little less than middle-aged, with brown clus- 
tering hair and red cheeks, and a broad, laughing 
mouth, advancing toward us. Frondeur worked at 
home during the day, and had seen her before from his 

"Not quite divine, eh, Pendennis?" 

"I am not likely to apotheosize any opera-singer," I 
said,' somewhat ruffled by his airs of seniority. 

"Gad ! you might as well that as the other thing, for 
all you know about 'em. She'd better 'ware of dog- 
catchers, though." 

I had noticed a little hound running along the gutter 
by her side, loosed from the leash which she held in 
her hand. 

As Frondeur spoke, one of two men who had been 
driving a dilapidated horse and cart slowly along the 
street as we walked, leaped suddenly from his seat, and 
dashed straight at the unfortunate dog. It was all in 
a moment. Coming in the same direction as ourselves, 
who had almost met the singer, he had to pass us to 
reach her pet. Strange to say, he neither passed us nor 
reached the pet; for the elder of the two gentlemen in 
his path, without so" much as turning a glance over his 
shoulder, suddenly changed his cane from his left hand, 
wherein he had swung it, to a position under his right 
arm. The knob was heavy, and protruded a matter of 
eighteen inches behind the gentleman's back. I prayed 
then, and I pray now, that one of the blackguards whom 
the city of New York licenses to worry ladies and 
children, and harass and madden harmless animals in 
its streets, lost an eye by that manoeuvre — as neat a one 
as may be found in "Napier." "Kinglake." or the 
"Comte de Paris." At any rate, he said he had. em- 
phatically. Pray heaven, as I said, that for once in his 
dirty life his foul lips spoke truth. The signora was 
quick as Frondeur; her clasp was on the dog's collar, 
the brute himself was in her arms, and she. with tucked- 
up skirts, was running homeward for dear life before 
the Billingsgate recitative was half over. We followed 
slowly: for she had turned back as soon as Frondeur 
had stood his ground long enough to say so, and so 
reached her house ere long, and without incurring a 
suspicion of premeditated resistance to the law. She 
stood on the steps. The dog was safely housed. With 
her embonpoint in a state of billowy agitation, her 
cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling, the signora was 
simply charming. She shook her fan at Frondeur as 
if she had known him for years. She would not have 
done it tc me. It was the freemasonry of Bohemia. 
"Ah. sir. it was inimitable, that ruse ! You are Na- 

d all for my little dog; but he was Baillo's 

dog. ' -nino — he named him." 
ur bowed and laughed. 

"A musical animal, indeed! Do you think he could 
strike a key from a piano across the street?" 

She gave a pretty little gasp of surprise, and then a 
suppressed scream of delight. 

"Oh, my Manrico ! and you are the Troubadour — II 
Trovatore? And the dog-catcher shall be Di Luna. 
Imagine him in 'II Balen' ! But you had an encore — 
half a dozen. I tried you on 'Favorita' and 'Lucia.' 

"Indeed!" said Frondeur, with one of his frank 
laughs. "I spent what voice I had in your service, and 
have hardly been able to speak since. Besides, you 
know, a man must sleep one night a week." 

She asked us in after a little more of badinage, and, 
in truth. I was not sorry, fearing from our clatter that 
the neighbors, who went to bed, I think, with the sun, 
would rise in wrath and expel us from the precincts of 

Was there ever a pleasanter evening spent than in 
that second-floor front? The room was a revelation 
to me. Books and music and pictures in hopeless con- 
fusion. Piles of little, chunky, green-covered French 
novels. Balzac and Paul de Kock — the signora was not 
squeamish, evidently ; autograph scores innumerable, 
some of them of great name. Each of the wondrous 
trio, Rossini, Bellini, Donizetti — whose splendid song- 
burst filled the earlier years of the century, and made 
Italy forget her chains — were represented. I provoked 
a roar from Frondeur, and a piteous appeal from the 
signora, by asking the latter if she had known the au- 
thor of "Sonnambula," who died, be it said, when she, 
though no chicken, was in long dresses. Nay, there 
was never such an even'.ng before in my life, and there 
have been few since. 

There were many visits across the street as the sum- 
mer wore on. We suspended our concerts pretty much. 
There was some place to go of evenings, music to be 
heard without paying for it in drink, and the signora's 
lively talk and droll, graceful ways supplied the stimu- 
lus to exercise, which two flagging and fatigued brains 
used to seek in kiimmel and brandy. We had been get- 
ting, iu truth, into a habit of spiritual inebriety that 
was as dangerous as pleasant. 

One day I had been obliged by a raging headache to 
leave the tread-mill for a season, and so rode up 
through the blistered streets to the end of our block, 
and then, with half-closed eyes, reeled along the pave- 
ment to the door of our domicile. Entering the rooms, 
I found them empty, front and back. Frondeur's work 
— New York correspondence for the Paris Tambour — 
lay on the table. I thought he had gone down to the 
Cafe Yingtvins to get some politics out of the morning 
papers. Then I heard a well-known laugh outside the 
window, and looking across the street saw the truant 
ensconced in the singer's casement, chatting gayly, with 
the stem of his long, porcelain pipe in his teeth. After 
a while he came in whistling, in capital spirits. 

"Hullo, old man ! Sick, eh ? What's the matter ? 
Some old spree come back on you? Thought you 
skipped a headache or two last spring. Getting it now 
— mills of the gods, you know." 

Then he went on to tell me where he had been. I 
informed him that I knew. 

Why hadn't I come over, then? She looked cool and 
fresh enough of a morning to cure a headache, and she 
might have fussed me up. There was nothing like a 
woman around when you are sick. 

I thought sickness of all kinds disgusting. I said, and 
would not intrude it on any one. Besides, he had heard, 
no doubt, of that unlucky gentleman. M. de Trop. 

"De Trop ! Ho, ho — and you think I've gone philan- 
dering, sentimentalizing?" 

"Not by any means. There is no place for sentiment 

between you ; but ■ I don't know that Charlotte is 

a married lady, or a moral man is Werther." 

Frondeur laughed a little disgusted laugh. "The old 
leaven is in your lump. From the easy wa)' in which 
that woman admitted you' to her acquaintance you have 
doubts of her. If you had been required to be viseed 
before you were let into the same room with her, and 
stamped and countersigned to insure introduction, you 
would have none. Oh, the)' are pretty safeguards, and 
of great avail. Damme ! I wish I had a double X now 

for all the women I've known that way, and whom " 

He stopped, and then went on more quietly. "That a 
woman smokes cigarettes and burns brand)' in her coffee 
is a sign of nothing except that she disregards conven- 
tionalities, and I can bet you, boy, that if you take that 
for a sign of anything further, you will get into awful 
trouble some of these days. There are no signs of any- 
thing further to be trusted." 

I felt thoroughly ashamed by this time, and begged 

"You haven't harmed me." he said, "and it isn't your 
fault. It's the cursed, foul, narrow-mindedness of the 
society in which you and I and every gentleman were 
bred." He turned to his work, and continued looking 
toward the opposite windows. "She's a good woman, 
and a good Catholic. I wish to God I were." For, 
like many a gentlemanly wreck, Frondeur was firm in 
the faith, if not proficient in works. Such people are 
the least blown about by the winds of doctrine of a 
time like ours. They receive their convictions in their 
youth, and lock them up in their bureaus, and. when 
bested by age or sickness or- ill-fortune, bethink them 
of their beneficent qualities, and take them out often ; 
and, like all ignorant folk. who. knowing that a medi- 
cine is good, think that the larger doses they may take 
the better, so have longings for the shelter of the 
Romish communion, such as my chum expressed. 

It was not to be expected that a woman so cheery as 
Mine. Alberti — for such was her name — should not 

have friends, and we often saw them from our win- 
dows, and sometimes ran across them in our calls. 
There were many gay, gossipy ladies, some of them 
queens of song, who came with spicy bits of greenroom 
scandal, grumblings about salaries and managers, and 
with anxious questionings for madame to answer about 
the horrors of the provinces. Neither was there want- 
ing an occasional impresario, with a company to make 
up and wanting material. We met one, a droll, bluff 
Frenchman, who advised her to pitch the doctors to 
the deuce and come along with him. She might as well 
die on her first night as stay where she was. But would 
he have her die on the stage and spoil a scena? He 
seemed to be in some doubt there. The disappointment 
of the audience might be counterbalanced by the free 
advertising that such an event would give his troupe. 
There were needy songsters, too. in plenty, and I fear 
that madame's purse was too often opened to settle up 
old scores for them among the table-d'hote keepers. 

As I indicated, madame was on the sick list. She 
would die — burst her heart — she said the doctors had 
told her, if she sang an opera through. 

"You will find that high C a stepping-stone of your 
dead self to higher things, some time," said Frondeur, 
one night, as she mounted it with a little strain that 
began to be noticeable in her voice. 

"Yes," she said, "to die on the high C, that would be 
pleasant, would it not?" 

"Ay, or on the low one." 

"That is not a good way to talk," she said, leaving 
the piano and coming toward him, "for you, though it 
might do for me, who have something to complain of. 
Do you want to be running around Europe all your 
days doing nothing? Was the greenroom such a 
heaven ? I do not like your signs. You are careless. 
See the holes burned all over your clothes with sparks, 
and these stains at the third button of your vest; that 
is where the beer drops off the bottom of the glass. 
Ah, you must not do that. I have seen so much" — and 
she turned to her instrument again with a face full of 
the pain of remembrance. 

I was out of town for the two closing weeks of the 
summer, and knew nothing of what was going on in 
our street. It was late one night, shortly after my re- 
turn, that I sat in my room alone. Frondeur had gone 
across the street, but I was too far down on my luck to 
accompany him. Briefly, I was learning to accept de- 
feat at the hands of the world. It is a hard lesson, 
and well it is to learn it young, as I did. I was begin- 
ning to find out that I was one of those "who don't, 
somehow, seem to get along," and the reception of the 
conviction was not pleasant. Presently my chum came 
in, and, after putting on his slippers and loading his 
pipe, inquired abruptly if I could afford a ticket to hear 
Alberti in concert. 

"Who the deuce is Alberti? What — I thought she 
couldn't sing." 

"The key of her life," said he, quoting his favorite 
Clough as he puffed jerkily, "is not T will,' I suppose, 
but T must.' She can't starve." 

"But I hadn't imagined she was hard up." 

"No, I suppose not. She is one who will earn- all sail 
till she runs under." 

"She must have made a great deal of money." 

"Ay, and spent it. They all do. Especially when 
they have a man to help 'em." 

"And she had?" 

"She is a mime — isn't she? I fancy that like Sir 
Walter and others, she has an old crack in her heart 
that was never more than half healed. Let us go to 

The first chill of autumn was in the air, the pave- 
ments shone with the first autumn rain, and the lamps 
flickered in the first autumn wind, as I slammed the 
door behind me and took my place with Frondeur on 
the back seat of the carriage that bore madame, her 
friends and fortunes, to her resuscitation in the musical 
world. She, with her skirts and hoop — it was in the 
hooped era — occupied the other seat. 

"A bad night for it," said Frondeur; "look out for 
your throat, madame." 

But madame did not heed him. She was thinking, 
as I guessed, of La Scala and her debut, of youth and 
health and the sunny Italian skies, and the handsome 
tenor; and then, perhaps, of the northern drizzle and 
soak and cold, of foreign comrades, of the comradeship 
of defeat, and of Death and Poverty that were fighting . 
for the possession of her. Her face lighted and her 
step grew buoyant, though, as she mounted the steps of 
the hall. The crowd about, the lights, the carriages, 
the audience pouring in — these were the heralds of 
battle and victor)'. They were concert-singers, the 
others; and what lay-figures beside the queen of the 
great boards, the grand opera, with her ease and con- 
fidence and superior rapport with her audience ! 

What was the light in her face in that mad song from 
"Lucia"? Only the delight of triumph, or had she 
weighed the consequences and found truth in the old 
manager's words, "Better die on your first night than 
live here"? Prescience she may not have had, but I 
think, in the calm of this later time, that the first strain 
of her aria from the orchestra filled her with high re- 
solve and longing to go with the immortal numbers still 
on her lips, or ringing in the ears through the sleep or 
waking of those who heard, and that with this her face 
was radiant as Stephen's before the Sanhedrim. 

As we drove home through the rain, she was pale 
and exhausted, but vivacious and happy. At the house 
an idea struck her. She would have a little supper. 

January 13, 1912. 



She was going to be rich now, and it was her treat. 
We boys had been feting her all summer, she said, 
which we had been able to do out of the savings arising 
from the abandoning of our amateur entertainments. 
I should run around to Cretillon's, and order some- 

"Remember," she said, laughing in the doorway, "vin 
a discretion — a discretion, remember!" 

I vanished into the darkness, and she went back into 
the light — in very truth. 

When I returned — ten minutes of time — there was a 
bustle in the house and women in the room. Madame 
lay rigid on her sofa, and Frondeur was rubbing her 
hands. The light blazed on the pleasant room, and the 
books and pictures and music — shone on the polished 
keys of the open piano. 

"What is it?" I gasped, in blank dismay. 

"My God, my God, she is dead !" he cried, breaking 
down. And dead she was, on the high C, rehearsing 
her conquest. The servant came in a moment later 
with the tray from the restaurant. It seems rather 
ghastly now, but then I thought it a natural thing to do 
— the only thing, in fact. Frondeur and I had little or 
no money. I took the portemonnaie from the dead 
woman's pocket, and paid for the supper. Then they 
turned us out. We were men. It was proper. 
Madame was left alone among strangers. In that 
chapel, or stall, of the temple of art, the disheveled 
Philistines watched its dead votaress till morn, and 
then, thank God ! their work, begrudged, for her was 
done. Andrew Edward Watrous. 

Colorado Cliff Dwellings. 

In southwestern Colorado some of the most interest- 
ing, most picturesque, and most valuable antiquities of 
American history lie practically inaccessible to the 
tourist and the student. These are the cliff dwellings 
of the Mesa Verde National Park. These strange, 
mystic cliff houses are so ancient that archaeologists 
have not been able as yet to determine when they were 
occupied. Nor are they sure whether the people who 
made their nests in the hillsides under the shelter of 
some mighty rock were Indians or of some other race. 
The archaeologists say the cliff cities were in ruins at 
the time of the coming of the Spaniards, early in the 
sixteenth century, and they place a thousand years ago 
as the most recent date at which the cliff houses of the 
Mesa Verde could have been occupied. The latest 
theory in regard to the dwellers of cliffs is that they 
were not Indians, one theory being that they were 

To open up this territory and make it accessible for 
travelers, Secretary Fisher has asked Congress for an 
appropriation of $41,615 for the coming fiscal year, an 
increase of more than $34,000 over this year's appro- 
priation. Most of this money will be used for building 
roads through the Mesa Verde Park. At present the 
only way to get to the cliff houses is by taking a nine- 
mile horseback ride over rough roads. This has to be 
preceded by an eighteen-mile ride in carriages. The 
only sleeping accommodations at the government camp 
near the cliff dwellings are tents. Secretary Fisher 
wants $29,500 for building and repairing roads through 
the park. 

In the last two or three years several of the finest 
specimens of the cliff dwellings have been repaired by 
the government and restored to something like their 
original appearance. These are known as the Cliff 
Palace, the Spruce Tree House, and the Balcony House. 
But there are 347 other cliff houses scattered along the 
hillsides in the various canons of the Mesa Verde 
("Green Tableland") National Park. 


A Stupendous Mystery Play in London's Olympia. 

For many centuries the incense plant had been in 
Christian churches before it really became identified 
botanically. Sir George Birdwell, a distinguished Eng- 
lish botanist, and for many years special technical ad- 
viser to the India Office, is given credit for the identity 
of the plant. Acting on his suggestion men were sent 
out into South Arabia and the Somali country, return- 
ing with specimens of what Sir George had been 

Consul S. L. Gracey calls attention to the soft and 
smooth tone of the bells in use at temples and monas- 
teries in China and Japan. The quality of tone is due, 
he says, not only to the use of excellent material but 
also to the absence of iron clappers. The bells are 
never swung, but are always suspended in a fixed frame, 
and are sounded by striking them on the outer edge 
with a wooden mallet. 

It is a curious thing in connection with the renewed 
interest regarding South America potato cultivation 
that along the east coast of South America the tuber 
is considered a European vegetable, and is cultivated 
only by those gaining their experience from the Old 

■ ■» 

There are 505,000 known species of animals, accord- 
ing to a paper read at the recent session of the Ameri 
can Society of Naturalists, held at Princeton, New 

— «♦»■- 

Scotland is growing potatoes for the export trade. 
Recently 1500 tons arrived for New York buyers, pay- 
ing duties to the amount of $750. 

Ten sailing vessels, each a century or more old, still 
are in service in Denmark's merchant marine. 

Could this be Olympia? This that huge and gaunt 
arena lately filled with automobiles, this the scene of 
Judge Moore's equine triumphs? It seemed impossible, 
unbelievable in fact had not the exterior been too fa- 
miliar to allow one to mistake that mammoth structure 
for any other building. 

But the transformation was truly astounding. By 
some magic of scenic art plus an amount of hard 
physical labor which recalled the days when I saw 
Buffalo Bill's staff fitting up the same amphitheatre for 
the Wild West show, the vast spaces had been filled 
with what had the appearance of a stately mediaeval 
cathedral. There were the long drawn aisles and 
fretted vaults, a spire-domed tabernacle brooding over 
a figure of the Madonna, a lofty crucifix, and all the 
lights and shows of an ancient shrine of faith. 

Really it needed a reference to the programme of the 
evening to bring one back to reality. That programme 
set forth that Olympia was to be the scene for six 
weeks of a "wordless mystery spectacle" entitled "The 
Miracle," which was to introduce two thousand players 
in a performance for which Karl Vollmoeller had pre- 
pared the scenario, Engelbert Humperdinck the music, 
and Max Reinhardt the producing genius. And now 
on this Saturday night before Christmas a dense au- 
dience had gathered to pass its verdict. It was an un- 
usual audience in many respects, and mostly in that 
before the mystery began one felt as though a religious 
service were toward. For to be bidden to such an 
occasion on what was virtually Christmas Eve was a 
novel experience for the Londoner. At the approach 
of the great Yuletide festival his amusement instinct 
becomes somewhat dormant in anticipation of the pan- 
tomime orgy of "Boxing-Night." Clearly, then, he 
did not know quite what to make of it; and between 
the strangeness of being summoned from his fireside 
on Christmas Eve and the uncertainty as to whether 
"The Miracle" might not after all be an anticipation 
of "Boxing-Night" he was caught in that mood which 
gave him half the air of a devout churchgoer. 

To clarify his mind a little he turned to the pro- 
gramme again. Which was wise. A wordless play, a 
ballet which relies upon action to tell its. story, a mys- 
tery which is to be made more mysterious by dumb 
show — these things need all possible preliminary eluci- 
dation. "The Miracle" is no exception. Its spectators 
should demand a copy of the scenario when they book 
their seats and study it closely before attending the 
performance. Then they will understand that the story 
which is to engage their eyes by spectacle and their 
ears by music is a variant of that old German legend 
which Maeterlinck had in mind when he wrote his 
"Sister Beatrice," that legend, in short, of the beautiful 
nun who in her convent retreat heard the call of the 
outer world and could not resist; who turned from the 
holy service of the Virgin to seek happiness with a 
valiant knight; who became the love sport of many 
men, from a king to a common soldier; who knew the 
shame of unwedded motherhood; and who is saved 
from the doom of a witch to find refuge once more and 
forgiveness in that haunt of piety and peace from 
whence she had been lured. 

All this was portrayed in a series of pageant pic- 
tures remarkable for their noble breadth and har- 
monious coloring. They were divided into three sets : 
the before and after life of convent seclusion, and, be- 
tween them, an intermezzo series of the frail nun's 
life in that outer world to whose spell she fell captive. 
First, then, came an impressive tableau of the cathedral 
interior, where the Virgin and Child were the central 
points of interest. To the burden of anthems and Ave 
Marias, with an undercurrent of nuns' prayers, a great 
crowd moved slowly into the vast temple; with the wor- 
shipers are many halt and lame, whose deformities 
vanish before the Madonna's shrine; and by and by 
they all, nuns and lay folk alike, as slowly disperse. 
One, however, is left, the beautiful nun Magildis, to 
whom has been given the special charge of the Vir- 
gin's shrine. And it is as she is bowed down before 
that shrine in solitude that there comes into the silence 
of the cathedral the fresh voices of young children at 
play outside. The music of those voices is irresistible ; 
Magildis invites the children in to play and dance with 
them; but with the children there has entered a wan- 
dering Spielmann, the strains of whose pipes awaken 
womanhood and motherhood in the nun's heart and 
create in her soul a frenzy for the life of the outer 
world which all her appeals to the Virgin are power- 
less to quell. 

And so she yields. The piping wizard evokes a 
handsome armor-clad knight on a great horse, with 
whom Magildis rides away into the night. Then fol- 
low the pictures of her life in the outer world, seven 
in all, comparable to the seven stages of sacred story. 
They are all rich in mediaeval color, especially those 
of the knight's death and the nun's abduction by a 
robber baron, and the scene in the Inquisition chamber, 
whither she is brought to answer for her supposed 
dealings with the powers of darkness. In all these pic- 
tures Magildis is depicted as the sport of fate, the 
victim of the tempter Spielmann, who is ever hovering 
in the background after the manner of his exemplar in 
"Faust." Won by the throw of a dice, she passes from 
lover to lover, ever more and more degraded, until at 
last, from the terror of insanity and the wild rage of 
a mob, she is redeemed by that Virgin whose shrine 
she had abandoned. 

In the interval the life of the convent icd its 

quiet way. None knew that the Madonna had stepped 
from her shrine to wear the habit and fulfill the duties 
of Magildis, though all deplored the loss of the miracu- 
lous image which had somehow disappeared. The final 
nicture may be imagined : the return of the wanderer, 
the resumption of its shrine by the miraculous image, 
and the acceptance by the Virgin of Magildis's child 
in place of the Holy Infant. 

Such is "The Miracle" in its framework, a blending 
of the setting of "Faust" in a background of "Lourdes" 
without the verse of Goethe or the prose of Zola. In 
staging and grouping and lighting the spectacle marks 
a new era in the entertainment annals of London. 
There is, perhaps, too much for the eye to take in — 
gathering crowds, dancing children, raging mobs, 
knights and soldiers, vistas of pine-clad mountain 
passes, a bewildering phantasmagoria of the mediaeval 
world. And yet the wayward nun, as impersonated by 
Mile. Trouhanowa, and the Spielmann as portrayed by 
Max Pollenberg, at all times were such centres of con- 
tinuing interest as to prevent the story from falling to 
pieces. Mile. Trouhanowa sustained her difficult role 
with superb resource, as appealing in her spiritual fer- 
vor as she was enchanting in her worldly abandon ; 
while Herr Pollenberg had at first all the allurement 
of the tempter and then all the cynical triumph of vic- 
torious evil. 

To the music of Professor Humperdinck it is not 
possible to give such unqualified praise. In those parts 
of his score where he has relied upon folk melody his 
effects are enchanting and wholly in harmony with the 
spirit of the mystery, and the same is true to an almost 
equal extent of the numbers which owe their inspiration 
to airs associated with favorite hymns. Where he has 
failed in some measure is in not giving sufficient 
breadth to his chorus, and in attempting to depict 
Magildis's conflict of soul by orchestral music of such 
a violent character as diverts the attention from the 
psychology it is supposed to interpret. Yet, all in all, 
"The Miracle" is an amazing production which may 
at this Christmastide prove a serious rival not only to 
the "legitimate" drama, and to Oscar Hammerstein's 
strong opera programme, but also to those pantomimes 
of "Dick Whittington," "Cinderella," "Blue Beard," and 
the rest which have been the staple of cockney Yule- 
tide amusement for so many generations. 

Henry C. Shelley. 

London, December 27, 1911. 

The First Oil Paintings. 

The curator of the Museum of Ghent has resolved 
one of the chief difficulties in the history of painting, 
namely, the attribution of the invention of painting in 
oils to Van Eyck in 1428 (says the London Standard). 
It has been known that the method of painting in oils 
was used by a monk named Theophilus in the twelfth 
century, and that statues, standards, banners, and manu- 
script miniatures were decorated by means of it both in 
Germany and Flanders previously to the work of Van 
Eyck. Yet a strong tradition has always associated 
Van Eyck with its primary discovery. 

From a German writer of the sixteenth century, Carl 
Van Maude, who retained connections with successors 
of the Van Eyck school, the curator of the Ghent Mu- 
seum, has, however, extracted the following paragraph : 

"Van Evck covered his paintings, executed in dis- 
temper, with a coating of his own composition, into 
which a particular kind of oil entered as an element. 
This procedure had great success, owing to the bril- 
liance which it imparted to the works. Many Italian 
painters had sought this secret in vain, having failed 
in their efforts owing to ignorance of the proper pro- 

According to this authority, therefore, Van Eyck in- 
vented a process which had effects equivalent to those 
of painting in oils — namely, that of brilliant surface 
and that of resistance to damp and even to washing, 
but this process was a process of oil coating. 

This interpretation of Van Eyck's secret corresponds 
with the known fact that Alfonso, King of Sicily, only 
sent Antonello of Messina to Bruges for the purpose 
of penetrating Van Eyck's secret after he had dis- 
covered that a painting by Van Eyck which he pos- 
sessed was impervious to water. Again, Louis Dal- 
man, a painter of Valentia, who studied under Van 
Eyck and assimilated his technic, painted in dis- 


Economic waste, represented by the coal range, was 
strikingly illustrated in tests made recently at the Lon- 
don electrical exposition. Demonstration proved that 
the shrinkage of meat when cooked in a coal range is 
surprisingly great. A leg of mutton weighing eight 
pounds and eight ounces showed a shrinkage of two 
pounds and eleven ounces when cooked in the coal 
range, whereas a leg of mutton weighing nine pounds 
showed a loss of one pound and four ounces when 
cooked in an electric oven. The shrinkage for the gas 
oven was two pounds and four ounces on an eight- 
pound leg of mutton. 

There are about 1060 persons on the staff of the 
Bank of England, of whom 840 are at the head office 
in London and the remainder in the branches through- 
out the country. Five hundred porters and mechanics 
are also employed. The bank prints its own notes and 
Indian rupee notes, together with all postal orders and 
old-age pension orders; this work is done at the head 


January 13, 1912. 


Stephen Graham Writes Another Book About Russia and 
His Experiences as a Russian Tramp. 

When Mr. Stephen Graham wrote "A Vagabond in 
the Caucasus" Ave began to recognize how little we 
knew of Russian life. Now Mr. Graham has written 
another book. He calls it ''Undiscovered Russia," and 
in it he raises another corner of the veil that has ob- 
scured the real life of Oriental Europe. Russia, to 
the Western mind, is a synonym for autocratic decrees, 
secret police, and still more secret revolutionists. From 
Mr. Graham's point of view Russia is a vast agri- 
cultural country, teeming with religious, respectful, 
superstitious people, who know nothing and care noth- 
ing for politics, who are content and happy, and whose 
worst misfortune would be an adoption of the shadowy 
grievances that group themselves around the names of 
liberty and equality. Russia, says Mr. Graham, is not 
a land of bomb-throwers, it is not a land of intolerable 
tyranny and unhappiness. nor of a languishing and de- 
caying peasantry, nor of a corrupt and ugly church. 
However disturbing it may be thus to have our concep- 
tions overthrown, we must at least admit that Mr. 
Graham speaks with authority. He is not among those 
who "investigate" a continent with a limited round-trip 
ticket in their pockets. He prefers to view the country 
from the standpoint of the tramp, wandering from vil 
lage to village, living the life of the people, speaking 
their language, thinking their thoughts. It is in such 
ways that "Undiscovered Russia" was written. 

Mr. Graham looks squarely at the essentials of life 
and he tells us that Russia is a happier country than 
England and that it would have been well for England 
had she never pursued the phantasy of freedom. Here 
is a conversation with some Russian friends to whom 
he is known as Stepan Petrovitch : 

"But Stepan Petrovitch thinks Russia a more happy country 
than England, and thinks we ought to help her to throw off 
the 'oppression of her freedom' !" 

There was a laugh, and every one looked towards me. 

"I do think," said I, "that you young men would find your- 
selves just as rebellious if you were called upon to live a Lon- 
don life. You have no notion of London life. I can tell you it 
is very different from that of Moscow or Petersburg." 

"Better !" said Alexey Sergeitch. 

"Well, you could call it better perhaps — I don't know, i" 
don't call it better. In Moscow or Petersburg two-thirds of 
the young men are students, in London, nine-tenths are 

"Well dressed and earning a good salary," the woman 
put in. 

"No, earning a very poor salary, and working ten hours a 
day to get it, and having very little prospect. I can assure 
you I'd rather be here under police surveillance than be one 
of the million clerks of London. You are individuals culti- 
vating your minds, and they are bolts and wheels rotating 
monotonously in the great machine. You are tyrannized over 
by an autocracy ; they are enslaved by a plutocracy." 

"But at least you are all educated," some one called out, 
"and we have a hundred millions who can neither read nor 
write. Take Archangel Province, only one in five can sign 
his name." 

"There you make a mistake. It is true we have no illite- 
rate peasantry, but you think that means that the poor man 
ordinarily goes through a university course, as does the Rus- 
sian student. In England we have millions of badly educated 
people ; in Russia you are either well educated, or not edu- 
cated at all. You may choose which you please. I prefer 
'no mind' to 'a little mind.' " 

The author expresses the same conviction in many 
places. For the pursuit of freedom he would substi- 
tute the pursuit of happiness, and he finds that they 
are by no means the same thing. He seems to say 
that the Englishman has freedom but no happiness, 
while the Russian has happiness but no freedom, and 
he advises his peasant friends to cling to the reality 
of happiness and to ignore the mirage of freedom. 
But by freedom he means a commercial freedom, which 
is twin brother to slavery: 

If one thing has struck me more than another in my Rus- 
sian wanderings, it has been the unanimous hospitality of the 
people. It is possible to travel the length and breadth of 
Russia, and lodge at a different house each night, and never 
once be refused food or shelter, though one should not have 
a farthing in the pocket. Often, as I have recounted, I have 
met pilgrims who have been tramping holilv for years. Such 
life is far removed from that of the English people, far re- 
moved from that of any commercialized people whatsoever. 

Freedom, which is so much vaunted, is nowadays nothing 
more or less than commercial freedom, the freedom to or- 
ganize labor, the freedom to build factories, the freedom to 
import machines, the freedom to work twelve hours a day in- 
stead of three, the freedom to be rich. 

The Russian peasants are the poorest and most illiterate 
people in Europe, and withal the least discontented, the most 
hospitable and the most charitable. Let us see exactly what 
the Social Democratic party wish to commit them to. 

The Social Democrat clamors for agricultural ma- 
chinery so that the moujik may earn as much as the 
American farm hand. But the Russian harvest is now 
tended by a hundred million peasants, whereas twenty 
million could do the work with machinery. The eighty 
millions of surplus labor would then be available for 
the factories that do not want them, and so liberty 
would mean a new problem of the cities and the mil- 
lions who are free would also starve. Russia, says the 
Social Democrat, has a greater commercial future than 
any other country in the world : 

Without doubt, and therefore let us pray God to strengthen 
the hands of the Tsar and of all reactionaries, and continually 
to replenish then with the old wisdom! 

It is sad to think of tyrannical oppression, of young men 
and women executed or exiled. But think of the danger in- 
herent in the oppressed and in the thoughts of these men 
and women. "5 link what they were ready for 

Ready to rush into all the errors of the West, ready to 

raise up the image of Baal once more, ready to rebuild the 

slums, read-.* to give the sweet peasant girls to the streets, 

1 lild a new Chicago, ready to make London an 


They look towards England. They call our land civilized, 
not knowing that it long ago ceased to be civilized and be- 
came commercialized. "The English are free," said a Pinyega 
revolutionary to me. "We are still slaves." But we are all 
slaves. I put the question to him, "Which would you rather 
be, slave of God or slave of capital ?" But he could not 
choose because he knew nothing of the latter slavery. I 
quoted the words of Nietzsche to him with regard to the 
wedding of democracy and plutocracy : "Once men played 
with gold, but now gold plays with men and has enslaved 

Mr. Graham visited the colonies of the banished at 
Pinyega, Archangel, and Liavlia, and here he lets us 
see the other side of the shield. He says that in their 
eyes was the unfulfilled vengeance, the offspring of 
some fearful human pit}' that came out of intense sym- 
pathy with the suffering, the flogged, the tortured. All 
these revolutionists were hoping for war and had been 
full of expectation when the government seized the 
British trawler Oinvard Ho in the White Sea: 

Then another who had heard of the Onward Ho incident 
asked eagerly did I think there might be a war. The revolu- 
tionaries all dearly hope for a European war so that they 
may attack the government whilst she is harassed by inter- 
national strife. Vain hope, I should say, unless Russia her- 
self makes the war. 

I told them I thought the day of the revolutionaries was 
over, and then one of them agreed, adding: "That is why 
so man)* of us are committing suicide. Unless we gain the 
victory, the world is not worth living in, and we had rather 
we hadn't been born. Some of the cases of assassination re- 
cently, where the revolutionaries gave themselves up, were 
merely acts of suicide. When the cause is lost, kill some 
black-hundreder official and get hanged, that's my motto." 

Elsewhere there are other grim suggestions of those 
aspects of Russian life with which the news agencies 
make us most familiar. After leaving Archangel the 
author determined to find a large town and to rest for 
awhile, and so he pushed on to Kotlass: 

But Kotlass was a wretched place, more like a remote 
Welsh market-town than a place of gayety. I had been told 
it was a great agricultural centre, and I expected shops, a 
theatre, a High Street, lights, people. Instead of which, be- 
yond just a large village, a collection of cottages in a big 

I slept at the house of an ex-soldier who told me seriously 
that when he served on the garrison at Grosdny, the Jews ate 
a soldier every second day of Easter. 

"Why ever did you let them do it?" I asked. 

"Oh, we were revenged. We paid them back, you can be 

A funny consolation I thought. This was one of the poor 
ignorant Jew-massacrers and pogrom makers. No doubt in 
this benighted rural town he sows, year in year out, much 
hatred of Jews by his absurd story. 

The superstition of the Russian peasant is gross 
enough, but it seems to have a saving element of cau- 
tion. The author tells us of the suicide gospel that 
was preached at Kekhtya by a fanatic who announced 
the end of the world and that those wishing to find 
favor with God must kill themselves in advance. As 
there was some reluctance the preacher himself set the 
example, thus proving the courage of his convictions: 

He displayed a rope and announced his intention of hanging 
himself, bidding the people follow his example. "It is easy 
for me to die," said he. "but I show you the way." A peasant 
whom he had instructed fixed the rope upon the slanting 
blasted pine that hung over the water ; and before all the 
people the holy man placed his neck in the noose and hanged 
himself. Women sobbed, men cried and flung themselves to 
the ground ; some of those who were in boats on the water 
flung themselves to drown, and others looked to the pale 
cloudy heavens to see them open. 

The prophet died without a groan, and then suddenly whilst 
the peasants were wondering in what order they should mount 
the scaffold, a drunken man clambered to the preacher's plat- 
form and said dramatically, "Well, now, that's all over; he's 
hanged himself, he was a cunning one." 

A peasant pulled him down, but somehow the crowd took 
up what he said, "It's all over, we can go home." And the 
whole crowd that was going to kill itself slunk away home. 

That might have been all; but the dead prophet was -left 
swinging in the wind, and his dreadful prophecy still haunted 
the minds of the peasantry. The following day ought to be 
the Day of Judgment if he had spoken the truth. 

Sure enough there was a great storm. Seven per- 
sons drowned themselves and others tried and failed, 
but the majority were canny enough to wait and the 
storm passed over, as storms do. The people firmly 
believe in the Antichrist, and if one has a personal 
peculiarity it is well to conceal it for fear of a mis- 
taken identity that may have unpleasant results. Where 
barbarism lies so close under the skin it is natural that 
there should be reversions, and these, says the author, 
often occur: 

There are many districts in the North where the peasants 
have bred back, not indeed towards the ape, but towards 
something certainly more elementary and barbaric than the 
ordinary moujik. By the way, it is a strange fact that a 
town crowd of Moscow, Berlin, or London, is much more like 
the monkeys than the European peasantry, more nimble, more 
slender, more clever. The moujik when left to himself tends 
to develop towards the state of ancient Britons, he becomes 
wilder, braver, and he unlearns Christianity and gets back to 
the devils and spirits of the woods. Wherever there is no 
priest within twenty versts, the strange breeding back begins 
Hence the occasional cases of paganism which are brought 
to the Russian courts ; and for every case brought to court 
there are hundreds that no one ever hears of. 

At Nikolsk the author found himself in bad com- 
pany. The place was suspicious and inhospitable and 
the letters that he wrote at the postoffice were opened 
by the police. At last he found a lodging, but the 
people were drunken and presently the inevitable 
policeman appeared: 

The drunkards looked at the gendarme solicitously and 
anxiously. "What is it, Vasya ?" -said the little Russian. 
"Why have you come today? Drink a glass of vodka with 

Vasya shook his head seriously. He really couldn't be on 
friendly terms with them at present. He wouldn't even ac- 
cept a cigarette. He came straight to me, and putting one 
open hand on my shoulder, ejaculated : "Please, your pass- 

I gave him my Archangel letter, and he looked at it up- 
side down. 

"What is this?" he asked. 

I explained. 

"You'll have to come at once to the office of the Ispravnik. 
He won't keep you long." 

"Surely it's not necessary," said the two men; "he's done 
no crime. Let him stay. We will be surety." 

"It's only a form," said the policeman. 

"You'll wait till I dress," I said. "I may be some time, 
as I have some difficulty in putting these on." I pointed to 
the porlanki and lapti. He agreed. Then from my knapsack 
I took a clean collar and tie, and an English jacket, and 
made myself as important looking as possible, combed my 
hair, and put on my linen putties and birch-bark boots. 

"You'll be free in an hour," said the little Russian. "You'll 
come back, of course. The samovar will be ready. We'll 
have a game of cards. You play Preference? No; oh, then 
we'll play vindt. Don't take your things ; leave your cloak 
and your camera and your heavy sack." 

"No. I think I'll take everything," I said. "For who 
knows, perhaps I may be in prison all night, perhaps I may 
be sent out of the town — God only knows what may not 

The policeman took up an indifferent attitude. If I left 
my things, that was my affair. I did not, however, leave any- 
thing, for I was perfectly sure I should not return. 

The Ispravnik was courtesy itself. The visitor had 
been arrested for his own safety: "I had to save you; 
it was as God ordered." The hosts were thieves and 
would have robbed their guest: 

We laughed over the passport system. "God made man in 
four parts," said the Ispravnik, "body, soul, spirit, and pass- 
port ; and when Adam jumped from the soil, God tapped him 
on the shoulder and said sharply, 'Passport,' and Adam picked 
up his passport lying beside him, and saw the name 'Adam' 
written there, and the year of his birth One, and the name of 
his village Eden, and God read it and saw that it was good, 
and He charged him to take care of it." 

"Strange things happen through passports," said my host. 
"Here is a story : Two men going to penal servitude met in 
the convict train and exchanged passports ; one was an old 
man going for three years, and the other a young one going 
for twenty years. By exchanging passports they exchanged 
punishments. The young man gave the older one thirty 
roubles in consideration of the extra years, but of course 
the latter did not mind, and indeed he died shortly after- 
wards, with nearly twenty years unserved. God won't make 
him serve those twenty years after death. Hell is the same 
heat for all ; for Ivan the Terrible, or Borgia, or Oliver 
Cromwell. That's why I say 'Have a good time.' Though, of 
course, who believes in hell nowadays? Only the moujiks." 

The author's opinion is so reactionary — or so dis- 
criminating, according to the point of view — that he 
would not have the people taught to read. The peasant, 
he says, does not read about life, he lives ; he does not 
read about death, he dies ; he does not read about God, 
he prays. He talked with the squire's son at Visokaya 
on this point: 

"I'd teach them all to read," he said, "print books cheaply 
and spread them broadcast. Look at the great masters waiting 
to be read, Shakespeare, Tolstoy, Dostoievsky, Dickens, 
Nietzsche. Think what boundless profit the moujiks might 
have, what new ideals, what development, what delight ! Then, 
modern writers would also get more money for their books." 

I disagreed, because in England, free education has nearly 
killed good modern literature. In the estimation of new 
literature, the majority is always wrong — in the estimation 
of the classics the majority are always sheep. Therefore I 
say, keep the majority out of it till the minority is quite 
sure it can take care of itself. 

"You talk of Nietzsche for the masses," I said. "Do you 
not know that passage — 'That everybody is allowed to read, 
spoileth in the long run, not only writing, but thinking. Once 
Spirit was God, then it became man, and now it is becoming 
mob ' " 

"Oh," he replied, "but in Russia even the lowest read 
Nietzsche and understand. Why, in Moscow the boys in the 
schools call themselves Dionysian of Apollonian just as in 
yours they call themselves Whig and Tory." 

"As in ours they call themselves Oxford and Cambridge." 
I replied, and I saw he hadn't understood me. But that is 
what Nietzsche meant by spirit becoming mob. 

Mr. Graham does not believe that Russia will listen 
to the blandishments of "progress." To whatever 
lengths the West may go he hopes that Russia will 
still remain as a shadowy background "where the 
benighted moujik kneels in secret — the saving grace of 
Europe." These are heterodox views at a time when 
we have been persuaded that votes and legislative acts 
are the only road to perfect happiness. But at least 
Mr. Graham has written a delightful book based upon 
facts that are unimpeachable. 

Undiscovered Russia. By Stephen Graham. With 
twenty-six illustrations and three maps. New York: 
John Lane Company ; $4 net. 

The Philippine legislature has made an appropriation 
for an exposition to be opened in February, 1912, which 
will include not only fine exhibits of Philippine indus- 
tries, but samples of the handicrafts of the natives 
and some of the processes of manufacture. Besides the 
thirty-one so-called civilized province exhibits, the 
seven special or wild-tribe provinces will have exhibits 
illustrating native work and native products as well as 
habits, customs, and manner of living. This exposition 
will be an adjunct to the Philippine carnival, which 
has become a notable annual event in that portion of 
the Far East. 

London papers say that Great Britain is to be the 
only nation absolutely independent of cable communi- 
cation with any part of the globe, a result to be brought 
about by a chain of world-encircling wireless stations, 
for which negotiations have been completed between 
the British postmaster-general and the Marconi Com- 

But one class of Hindus emigrate — the Sikhs. There 
are two million of these people in the Punjaub and 

any of them are Christians. While they are loyal 
British subjects, and more than 4000 have settled in 
British Columbia and Alberta, they are not allowed to 
bring their wives into the Canadian provinces. 

January 13, 1912. 



The Coming China. 

In an unpretentious form Professor Joseph 
King Goodrich has made a valuable addition 
to our knowledge of China. That he is some- 
times inaccurate in his historical data in no 
way lessens the worth of his general reflec- 
tions, based as they are upon personal and 
intimate knowledge as well as upon sympathy, 
without which there can be little knowledge 
of real weight. In some respects his experi- 
ence corrects the prevailing impression. He 
tells us, for example, that the Chinese have 
already a real democracy of their own and 
that the autocracy of the court has often been 
modified by a passive but effective resistance 
on the part of the people. Unpopular officials 
have found their positions untenable for the 
same reason, and in this way public opinion 
has asserted itself none the less actually for 
being unorganized. 

It is interesting to read the opinions of one 
so well informed and yet who wrote before 
the recent developments that have so startled 
the world. The author foresaw the downfall 
of the Manchus, but he thought it "almost 
inevitable that such a revolution is to be a 
bloody one." At the mention of a dynastic 
change the "best Chinese look grave because 
there is no Chinese line from which to choose 
an emperor," while for a republic "even the 
most enthusiastic of China's friends are not 
yet prepared." Before we can say that this 
statement has been generally falsified we shall 
have to know a good deal more than we do 
now about the events of the last few weeks. 
Elsewhere the author states definitely that 
"China is not yet prepared to become a re- 
public." Professor Goodrich gives the gen- 
eral impression that the Chinese are essen- 
tially a far more progressive people than we 
have supposed and that their reputation for 
apathy is due largely to the ill-nature and the 
ignorance of their critics. His book is one to 
be read by those who are interested in the 
lesser known aspects of vital events. 

The Coming China. By Joseph King Goodrich. 
With thirty-two illustrations. San Francisco and 
Chicago: A. C. McClurg & Co.; $1.50 net. 

The Bargain Book. 
Every one loves a bargain, and especially 
those bargains that result from unexpected 
"finds" in the domain of art and literature. 
And the authors of this enticing book would 
have us believe that "finds" are by no means 
so rare as we have been told and that every 
bric-a-brac shop has something with which to 
reward the patient searcher. The chance of 
securing a prize, they say, has seldom been 
greater than it is now, and lest we should be 
in doubt as to the reality of the prize or fear- 
ful of the traps set for the feet of the un- 
wary we are guarded, warned, and counseled 
at every point by these fourteen delightful 
chapters. We have two chapters upon "finds," 
another on the tricks of dealers and collectors, 
another on thefts in the art world, and a 
particularly interesting survey of recoveries 
from the earth and what may be hoped for 
in this direction. In short, it would be hard 
to find a work more useful to the collector 
or more stimulating to a pursuit that still has 
many triumphs in store for the enthusiast. A 
valuable feature is the addendum containing 
charts of discoveries, inventions, and those 
who have made them. There is also a good 

The Bargain Book. By Charles Edward Jer- 
r.ingham (Marmaduke) and Lewis Bettany. With 
nine plates and nine charts. New York: Fred- 
erick Warne & Co.; $2.50 net. 


Mr. Forbes Lindsay defines the scope of 
his volume as an account of the "history and 
progress of the island previous to its inde- 
pendence ; a description of its physical fea- 
tures ; a study of its people; and, in particu- 
lar, an examination of its present political^ 
conditions, its industries, natural resources, 
and prospects ; together with information and 
suggestions designed to aid the prospective in- 
vestor or settler." 

The author has carried out this extensive 
programme in a pleasing way. He makes it 
clear that the commercial future of Cuba de- 
pends upon American capital and American 
immigration, the two combined forces that 
must result in annexation or control. Self- 
government, he says, has been marked by 
utter failure. The native rulers can not be 
persuaded that they are the administrators, 
and not the owners, of public funds. Taxa- 
tion is enormous, the tariff exaction with 
nothing to protect being at the rate of $12 
per head. The peasant is aware that he is 
worse off now than he was under Spain, and 
if you talk to him of independence he does 
not know what you mean. He fought for a 
full stomach and a scrap of land and is ready 
to fight again for any one who will make 
similar promises. To overthrow one adminis- 
tration is to invite a worse, and the only 
ones living in contentment are the profes- 
sional politicians. And yet the country has 
enormous wealth and needs nothing but hon- 
est control. 

How wealthy it is the author makes clear 
enough in a series of well-written chapters on 
sugar, tobacco, minerals, and agriculture. 
Perhaps we have enough histories of Cuba, 
and Mr. Lindsay does well to confine his 

retrospect to some fifty pages. But there is 
always room for so careful a survey of pres- 
ent conditions as is to be found in these 

Cuba and Her People of Today. By Forbes 
Lindsay. Illustrated. Boston: L. C. Page & 
Co.; $3. 

France and the French. 

If Mr. Charles Dawbarn wished to prove 
that the French are a great people he has 
succeeded to admiration. But no such proof 
is needed. Public education has now ad- 
vanced so far that we can recognize a differ- 
ence in national genius that affects every de- 
partment in life and produces the dissimilari- 
ties that a past and more intolerant generation 
would have attributed to inferiority. French 
commercial life, for example, is not inferior 
to our own, and if "American methods" are 
not encouraged it is because the Frenchman 
distrusts self-praise. The more loudly the 
merchant insists that his goods are unapproach- 
able in quality the more determined is the 
customer to discredit him. Hence the French 
newspaper carries few advertisements and 
they are never self-assertive. 

The author's whole book is indeed a con- 
sideration of the point of view, and perhaps 
the point of view is more distinctive in France 
than in any other country and its effect more 
pronounced in every department of life. The 
French revolution is still an unaccomplished 
fact and the Associations law and a dozen 
others are as much a part of that upheaval 
as was the taking of the Bastille. The 
Frenchman still shares in the sentiments of 
the Revolution and they still inspire him to 
complete the work that they begun. 

The author has lived in France for ten 
years, and certainly he used his time to good 
purpose. There is no aspect of the national 
life that he leaves untouched. Literature, the 
drama, politics, religion, education, the law, 
the woman's movement, the family, and the 
press, all receive their due share of attention, 
and in such a way as to persuade us that the 
author has reached his conclusions intelli- 
gently and that prejudice has no part there- 
in. But he uses his last words to predict 
"some sort of revolution" as inevitable for 
the town populations, and he seems inclined 
to believe that the monarchy would be re- 
established but for the fact that a monarchy 
implies an aristocracy, and the aristocracy, 
he says, is hopelessly lost. But how many 
European countries are there of which a revo- 
lution may not be predicted with equal assur- 

France and the French. By Charles Dawbarn. 
New York: The Macraillan Company; $2.50 net. 

Her Husband. 
Enid Gerard becomes fascinated by a grim 
and dour Scotchman, marries him, and is then 
compelled to leave him by his overbearing 
disposition. After ten years she relents and 
consents to return to him and to effect a 
reconciliation that shall be outward only. But 
she finds that his disposition is apparently 
changed, and just as she is about to fall in 
love with him for the second time she dis- 
covers that he is not her husband, that her 
husband is dead, and that he is being per- 
sonated for property reasons by his younger 
brother. The idea is an extravagance, but it 
is worked out as well as such an extravagance 
will permit. The book has two faults. Enid's 
first love for her husband is allowed to take 
the form of a groveling and fawning servility 
that is disgusting, and we have also the sud- 
den introduction of a mystic element that is 
incongruous. Evidently the author wants to 
introduce her own ideas upon Oriental philos- 
ophy, admirable enough in their way, but she 
drags them in by the heels and leaves them 
sprawling inadequately over the last few 

Her Husband. By Julia Magrudcr. Boston: 
Small, Maynard & Co. 


To Evelyn Underhill belongs the credit for 
the best and most sympathetic work on mysti- 
cism that has yet been written, a book that is 
not only a faithful record, but that is illumi- 
nated by an understanding of, and possibly a 
participation in, those abnormal states of con- 
sciousness which she writes. That she fails 
to do justice to non-Christian mysticism is a 
fault of her enthusiasm and one that it is 
easy to pardon. The church in its earlier his- 
tory supplies such a wealth of material, while 
the mystic terminology of other faiths would 
be so perplexing, that the reader may well be 
content with what he has. 

The author is to be congratulated upon the 
admirable arrangement of her work. Avoid- 
ing anything like a chronological history of 
mysticism, she classifies the states of con- 
sciousness that He like milestones upon the 
path of the mystic, explaining each one by 
the recorded experiences and exhortations of 
the great saints. Thus vJe have separate 
treatises on the awakening of the self, the 
purification of the self, the illumination of the 
self, voices and visions, introversion, quietism, 
contemplation, ecstasy, rapture, and the uni- 
tive life. 

Whether the mystics have a real goal, 
whether they actually attained to a super- 
sensuous consciousness, whether there is a 
super-sensuous consciousness, must be left for 
the determination of the individual, who will 

answer according to the bent of his own 
mind. But there will be few who can remain 
unaffected by the array of testimony fur- 
nished in this notable book, testimony cover- 
ing a long period of time, identical in its main 
features, and offered by men and women 
famous not alone by their piety, but by their 
intellect and their influence upon the world. 
From the historical point of view the book 
is a remarkable one. To those mystically in- 
clined its value can hardly be overrated. 

Mysticism. By Evelyn Underhill. New York: 
E. P. Dutton & Co.; $5 net. 

Everyman's Religion. 

The religion sketched by the author is 
hardly that of "everyman," seeing that it is 
based upon the Bible alone of all the sacred 
books of the world and will therefore appeal 
only to those to whom the Bible apeals, that 
is to say to those of Christian education. 
Nor will it appeal much to the increasingly 
large number of Christians who are turning 
hopefully toward mysticism as offering a pos- 
sibility of knowledge transcending that of the 
intellect and who therefore are not anxious 
that religion shall square itself with an 
etherealized materialism. Its mission is 
rather to those who are disgusted with dog- 
matism and who wish to free their minds 
from the shackles of orthodox theology. The 
author's attitude is well shown by his treat- 
ment of miracles. Apparently he would wish 
us to believe that some miracles have oc- 
curred but not nearly so many as we have 
been told. Presumably we may believe, for 
example, that Lazarus was raised from the 
dead, but that the Gadarene swine were ob- 
sessed by devils was merely a mistaken opin- 
ion of the historian. But did not Christ 
assent to that opinion, and is one story more 
difficult to accept than the other? If we can 
believe that any miracle has ever happened 
we can quite as easily believe in all recorded 
miracles, including those of paganism and of 
the church fathers, which are quite as well 
attested as any others. 

But the author's fifteen essays, beginning 
with "The Background of Religion" and end- 
ing with "The Life Everlasting," are ex- 
quisitely written and from an evident fount 
of sincerity and benevolence. Their appeal, 
where their appeal is felt, will be a powerful 
one, but we could wish that it had the added 
influence of a wider religious sweep that 
would better include the whole religious sen- 
timent of humanity. 

Everyman's Religion. By George Hodges. 
New York: The Macmillan Company; $1.50 net. 

The Third Miss Wenderley. 
This is an old-fashioned, wholesome story 
of a girl who is compelled by family misfor- 
tune to go out into the world as a governess. 
She leaves a lover behind her, but she meets 
others, and among them a man whom she 
would have married but for his concealment 
of the fact that he has a half-breed wife in 
India, who dies just a day too late to save 
him from prevarication. Eventually Diana 
returns to her first love, as we know she will, 
but not before the reader himself has joined 
the ranks of her admirers. Diana is a very 
successful heroine who can stand upon her 
own merits and without the aid of thrills. 

The Third Miss Wenderley. By Mabel 
Barnes-Grundy. New York: The Baker & Taylor 
Company: $1.25 net. 

Brieter Reviews. 
Little, Brown & Co. have published a col- 
lection of stories by John Fleming Wilson un- 
der the title of "Across the Latitudes." They 
are all sea yarns, muscular and vivid, and 
while they contain plenty of fighting and of 
grim adventure there is no cultivation of the 
horrible for its own sake. The price is $1.25. 

Under the title of "Fairies Afield" the Mac- 
millan Company has published a volume of 
fairy stories, four in number, by Mrs. Moles- 
worth, with illustrations by Gertrude Demain 
Hammond. Mrs. Molesworth writes the kind 
of fairy story that can be read with pleasure 
alike by old and young, the kind that repre- 
sents intellectual effort, intuition, and literary 

"Puppets," by George Forbes (Macmillan 
Company; $1.20 net), is a distinctly unusual 
book. It is a story of some intelligent young 
people who discuss such topics as dreams, 
Christian Science, the thought world, and will 
power. There is no suggestion of pedantry or 
precocity, but the result is a sort of worka- 
day philosophy convincingly expressed and 
simple only in its presentation. 

To the notable Spanish series now in course 
of issue by John Lane Company has been 
added "Sculpture in Spain," by Albert F. 
Calvert. As in other volumes of the series 
the illustrations are very numerous, in this 
case 162 in number, and are grouped at the 
end of the book. The series now contains 
eighteen volumes and is certainly the most 
imposing presentation that has ever been made 
of Spanish art. 

Volume XLIV of the "International Studio" 
f John Lane Company) is an eminently desir- 
able possession. It comprises July, August, 
September, and October, 1911. It is well 
bound and with an extensive index. Those 
acquainted with the "International Studio" 

will welcome every attempt to - it some 

of the permanence that it deserves. Its pub- 
lication is a notable service to art. 

"Medieval Story," by William Witherle 
Lawrence, Ph. D. (Columbia University Press; 
$1.50 net), is a consideration of the begin- 
nings of the social ideals of the English- 
speaking people. It comprises a course of lec- 
tures delivered at Cooper Union, New York, 
on Beowulf, the Song of Roland, the Ar- 
thurian Romances, the Holy Grail, the History 
of Reynard the Fox, the Ballads of Robin 
Hood, and the Canterbury Tales. 

"The Chronicles of Clovis," by H. H. Munro 
("Saki") (John Lane Company; $1.25 net), is 
a collection of social sketches that have 
hardly plot enough to be called stories and that 
are bound together around the doings of a 
young man who is clever enough to be better 
employed. Some of these sketches persuade 
us that the author is a humorist of nearly the 
front rank, but others are not so good. It is 
a book not readily relinquished after the first 

Volume XII of the Collected Works of 
Henrik Ibsen, now in course of issue by 
Charles Scribner's Sons, is entitled "From Ib- 
sen's Workshop," and contains the notes, 
scenarios, and drafts of the modern plays 
from "Pillars of Society" onwards. The 
translation is by A. G. Chater and the intro- 
duction by William Archer. The thirteenth 
and concluding volume will be "The Life of 
Henrik Ibsen," by Edmund Gosse, the price 
of the whole edition being $13. 

"The American Republic," by Professor S- 
E. Forman (Century Company; $1.10 net), is 
an inclusive treatment of the vital principles 
of American government. Intended for 
schools, it includes much more material than 
is usually found on such subjects as direct 
primaries, the initiative and referendum, the 
recall of judges, woman's suffrage, commission 
government, and municipal home rule. The 
author states the facts without discussion, and 
illustrates his work liberally with maps and 

Katherine Jewell Everts explains the object 
of her new book, "Vocal Expression" (Harper 
& Brothers; $1), in the following words: "To 
convert the hard, high-pitched, nasal tone 
which betrays the American voice into the 
adequate agent of a temperament which dis- 
tinguishes the American personality and to 
help English speech in this country to become 
an adequate medium of lucid intercourse." 
The book is intended for school purposes, but 
it is well adapted to private use and is both 
simple and practical. 

No finer souvenir of California could be 
found than the handsome volume just issued 
by Paul Elder & Co. "California the Beauti- 
ful" consists of large-size photographs by 
eminent California photographers representing 
natural features from Shasta to San Diego, 
with appropriate verse and prose selections 
from California writers. The photographs are 
reproduced in mezzogravure prints and 
mounted, all the pages being printed on heavy 
mounting paper of handsome texture and tone. 
The price is $2.50 net 

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The White Horse. 
We open a volume of verse by Mr. Chester- 
ton with some uneasiness. Very few men 
have written good verse as well as good 
prose, and Mr. Chesterton writes such excel- 
lent prose that it seems almost like a tempt- 
ing of Providence to change horses. But a 
glance at his work is reassuring. This is 
real poetry of the good old heroic kind and 
of the days when even lust and bloodshed 
borrowed a certain glamour from the sunshine 
and from the honest, savage hearts behind 

Mr. Chesterton writes of King Alfred and 
of his struggles with the northmen. He does 
not profess to be historical. If a legend is 
a good legend it is a true legend. That is to 
say it has all the truth that we need. And so 
he tells us how the call came to King Alfred: 
In the island in the river 

He was broken to his knee; 
And read, writ with an iron pen, 
That God had wearied of Wessex men 
And given their country, field and fen, 
To the devils of the sea. 

And he saw in a little picture 

Tiny and far away, 
His mother, sitting in Egbert's hall, 
And a book she showed him, very small, 
Where a sapphire Mary sat in stall 

With a golden Christ at play. 

Alfred calls the chieftains together and 
leads them against the pagan Danes, firing 
them with his own religious fervor : 

Follow the star that lives and leaps, 

Follow the sword that sings, 
For we go gathering heathen men, 
A terrible harvest, ten by ten, 
As the wrath of the last red autumn — then 
When Christ reaps down the kings. 

Mr. Chesterton divides his book into eight 
sections covering Alfred's crusade against the 
Danes and his triumph over them. But at 
last he foresees that "the heathen shall re- 
turn" : 

They shall not come with warships, 

They shall not waste with brands, 
But books be all their eating, 
And ink be on their hands. 

It would be a pleasure to quote at length 
from these fine verses that carry with them 
a suggestion of Macaulay's "Lays of Ancient 
Rome." That they would be improved by a 
greater metrical accuracy is probable, and yet 
Mr. Chesterton, when he errs in this respect, 
does so deliberately. The winged phrase must 
always be used, even though it be under or 
over weighted with syllables, and sometimes 
there is a certain roughness due to the same 

The Ballad of the White Horse. By Gilbert 
A. Chesterton. New York: Tohn Lane Company; 

The Mating of Antbea. 
Miss Kenealy borrows her central idea from 
Walter Besant's "Golden Butterfly." She pre- 
sents us with a beautiful girl who is intended 
by her guardian to be the mother of a new 
order of humanity and whose training for this 
arduous- position includes an ignorance of 
reading and writing. Her mate is selected 
upon somewhat similar principles, although 
not carried to such an extreme, and the only 
thing that prevents the girl from fulfilling her 
destiny is the trifling fact that she fails to 
fall in love with the man selected and bestows 
her affections in quite another direction. 
Such things will happen even under full eu- 
genist control. The story is well told and 
worth reading at a time when the woods are 
full of crazy theories intended to teach na- 
ture a new way to do old things. 

The Mating of Anthea. By Arabella Kenealy. 
New York: John Lane Company; $1.25. 

Gossip of Books and Authors. 
John Bigelow, the aged diplomat and au- 
thor, died leaving his "Retrospections of an 
Active Life" uncompleted. The Baker & Tay- 
lor Company issued the first three volumes 
of these reminiscences two years ago, and it 
is understood that Mr. Bigelow left the ma- 
terial for the remaining volumes in a condi- 
tion which will permit of its being promptly 
prepared for the press by his son. Major 
Bigelow. . 

Clara Louise Kellogg, the first American 
prima donna to distinguish herself at home 
and abroad, is writing her memoirs for publi- 

Frank Craig, the English painter and illus- 
trator who has been in this country for the 
past two months, has just sailed for England. 
Mr. Craig came to America at the request of 
Harper's Magazine. He is now engaged on a 
series of important pictures which will illus- 
trate Arnold Bennett's articles on America, 
which are to appear soon in the monthly. 

The Cavalier and the Scrap Book, two of 
Frank A. Munsey's group of monthly maga- 
zines, have been merged and become a weekly 
fiction magazine, the first number of which 
was to appear January 6. The new magazine 
will be called t! 2 Cavalier. 

A volume entu'ed "South America Today, a 
Cf nditions, Social, Political, and 
\ in Argentina, Uruguay, and Bra- 

zil," by Georges Clemenceau, former prime 
minister of France, has just been brought out 
by G. P. Putnam's Sons. As one of the lead- 
ing and most forceful citizens of the French 
republic, the author was afforded by the sister 
republics of South America exceptional oppor- 
tunities for studying at first hand their insti- 
tutions and systems of government. 

James Loeb, the New York banker who re- 
tired from the firm of Kuhn, Loeb & Co. a 
few years ago, is to assume the financial bur- 
den of the translation into English and publi- 
cation of the classical authors of all periods, 
the series to include about 200 volumes. The 
need for such a work was brought to the at- 
tention of Mr. Loeb in Paris by Professor 
Salomon Reinach, of the Louvre, who pointed 
out that for many years there had been no 
English translations of the minor Greek and 
Latin authors, and those of the later periods. 
While it is not planned to make the series 
an edition de luxe, it will be published in 
first-class style. 

Tolstoy left three unpublished novels, which 
will be brought out in the original Russian 
at the end of this year. Curiously enough, all 
have French titles. 

Louis Tracy, the English novelist, has never 
been reproached for over-production, though 
his books come out regularly, yet Miss Jean- 
nette Gilder in the Reader says that he turns 
out volumes over other names, virtually sup- 
pressing evidence which might be cited to 
prove he was writing too much. 

Home Progress is the name of a new 
monthly magazine which the Houghton Mifflin 
Company has brought out to aid in, its educa- 
tional movement in behalf of children. It il- 
lustrates a course of reading for the advance- 
ment of health and the ideals of the home, 
and is entertaining as well as instructive. Dr. 
David Starr Jordan, Kate Douglas Wiggin, 
Mrs. Philip N. Moore, and others are advisory 
directors in the "Home Progress" movement, 
and its development will attract thoughtful 
educators everywhere. A copy of the maga- 
zine will be sent by the publishers, from their 
Boston office, for twenty-five cents. 

New Books Received. 

Should We Stop Teaching Art. By C. R. 
Ashbee. London: B. T. Batsford; 3s. 6d. net. 

A consideration of art from the educational 
point of view. 

A Child's Guide to the Bible. By George 
Hodges. New York: The Baker & Taylor Com- 
pany; $1.20 net. 

Issued in the Child's Guide series. 

For a Night. By Emile Zola. Philadelphia: 
Brown Brothers; $1 net. 

Three stories translated from the French by 
Alison M. Lederer. 

From the Lips of the Sea. By Clinton Scol- 
lard. Clinton, New York: George William 
Browning; $1. 

A volume of verse. 

Fundamental Facts for the Teacher. By El- 
mer Burritt Bryan, LL. D. Boston: Silver, Bur- 
dett & Co. 

Intended to develop the thought that the end 
of all human activities is life. 

Man's Birthright. By Ritter Brown. New 
York: Desmond FitzGerald, Inc.; $1.50 net. 
A survey of some current economic problems. 

Letters to William Allingham. Edited by 
H. Allingham and E. Baumer Williams. New 
York: Longmans, Green & Co. 

A collection of correspondence including letters 
of Leigh Hunt, Emerson, and Hughes. 

Self-Investment. By Orison Swett Marden. 
New York: Thomas Y. Crowell Company; $1 net. 
Issued in the "inspirational" series. 

In a Portuguese Garden. By Cara E. Whiton- 
Stone. Boston: Sherman, French & Co.; $1.50 net. 
A volume of verse. 

The Master of Evolution. By George H. 
MacNish. Boston: Sherman, French & Co.; $1 

A treatise on evolution. 

Organ and Function. By B. D. Hahn. Boston: 
Sherman, French & Co.; $1 net. 
A study of evolution. 

First Love. By Louis Untermeyer. Boston: 
Sherman, French & Co.; $1 net 
A volume of verse. 

War and Other Essays. By William Graham 
Sumner, LL. D. Edited by Albert Galloway Kel- 
ler, Ph. D. New Haven: Yale University Press; 
$2.25 net. 

An essay on war now published for the first 
time, together with the most important and char- 
acteristic utterances in essay form from the 
creator of "The Forgotten Man." 

The Port of Hamburg. By Edwin J. Clapp. 
New Haven: Yale University Press; $1.50 net. 

Showing the effect of the rate policy on state 
railroads studiously devised to further the coun- 
try's foreign trade. 

From School Through College. By Henry 
Parks Wright. New Haven : Yale University 
Press; $1 net. 

Suggestions growing out of personal observation 
of student life. 

The Reform of Legal Procedure. By Moor- 
field Storey. New Haven: Yale University Press: 


Designed to bring about the reform of certain 
clearly defined abuses in legal procedure. 

International Arbitration and Procedure. By 
Robert C Morris, D. C L. New Haven: Yale 
University Press; $1.35 net. 

The history of arbitration and an indication of 
the progress made up to this time, 


United States Senator Stephen B. Elkins, in 
Washington, January 4. 

Bishop Alexander K. Vinton, in Springfield, 
Massachusetts, January IS. 

Paul Morton, life insurance president, in New 
York, January 19. 

David Graham Phillips, author, shot, in New 
York, January 23. 

Captain Charles Barr, yacht-builder, in South- 
ampton, England, January 24. 

Rear-Admiral William H. Reeder, m Paris, 
January 24. 

Sir Charles Dilke, in London, January 26. 

Mrs. Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward, in New- 
ton, Massachusetts, January 28. 

General Henry M. Nevins, in New York, 
January 30. 

Rear-Admiral Charles S. Sperry, U. S. N., in 
Washington, February 1. 

General Piet A. Cronje, Klerksdorf, Trans- 
vaal, February 4. 

Archbishop Patrick J. Ryan, in Philadelphia, 
February 11. 

Congressman Amos L. Allen, in Washington, 
February 20. 

Sam Walter Foss, poet, in Somerville, Mas- 
sachusetts, February 26. 

Antonio Fogazzaro, author, in Venice, Italy, 
March 7. 

Rear-Admiral John C. Fremont, in Boston, 
March 8. 

Dr. Henry P. Bowditch, in Boston, March 13. 

Jennie Joyce, actress, in New York, March 14. 

Frank Work, financier, in New York, March 

John B. McDonald, engineer, in New York, 
March 17. 

Nathaniel Thayer, financier, in Boston, March 

Stanley Robison, baseball magnate, in Cleve- 
land, Ohio, March 24. 

Mrs. Ellen H. Richards, author, in Jamaica 
Plain, Massachusetts, March 30. 

Ex-Lieutenant-Governor James H. Tillman, in 
Asheville, North Carolina, April 1. 

Mrs. Charles T. Yerkes, in New York, April 2. 

Craige Lippincott, publisher, in Philadelphia, 
April 6. 

Denman Thompson, actor, in West Swanzey, 
New Hampshire, April 14. 

Hon. Edward A. Moseley, in Washington, 
April IS. 

Colonel Thomas Wentworth Higginson, in 
Cambridge, Massachusetts, May 9. 

Lieutenant George Kelly, aviator, killed at 
San Antonio, Texas, May 10. 

French Minister of War Berteaux, killed by 
aeroplane in Paris, May 21. 

Mrs. Williamina P. Fleming, scientist, in Bos- 
ton, May 21. 

Edward Harrigan, actor, in New York, June 6. 

Carrie Nation, in Leavenworth, Kansas, 
June 9. 

Robert P. Boss, in Inglewood, California, 
June 12. 

Dr. E. Peabody Gerry, in Phillipston, Massa- 
chusetts, June 22. 

Dowager Duchess of Devonshire, in London, 
July 15. 

Colonel Albert Clark, in Highgate, Vermont, 
July 16. 

Mrs. Ole Bull Vaughan, in West Lebanon, 
Maine, July 18. 

Myer Jonasson, in New York, July 21, 

Edwin A. Abbey, artist, in London, August 1. 

Bishop Willard F. Mallalieu, in Newton, Mas- 
sachusetts, August 1. 

Colonel W. C. Greene, copper magnate, in 
Cananea, Mexico, August 5. 

United States Senator William P. Frye, in 
Lewiston, Maine, August 8. 

John W. Gates, financier, in Paris, August 9. 

Jameson Lee Finney, actor, in London, Au- 
gust 9. 

Professor William L. Hutchings, in Boston, 
August 25. 

Ex-United States Senator Roger Q. Mills, in 
Corsicana, Texas, September 2. 

Mrs. Katherine C. Thurston, novelist, in 
Cork, Ireland, September 6. 

Mr. Masuchiki Shimose, inventor, in Tokio, 
Japan, September 7. 

Ex-United States Senator Thomas H. Carter, 
in Washington, September 17. 

Premier Stolypin, shot September 14, died in 
Kiev, Russia, September 18. 

General Samuel C. Lawrence, in Medford, 
Massachusetts, September 24. 

Rear-Admiral Winfield Scott Schley, in New 
York, October 3. 

William E. Curtis, traveler and writer, in 
Philadelphia, October 6. 

Cornelius N. Bliss, financier, in New York, 
October 10. 

Justice John M. Harlan, United States Su- 
preme Court, in Washington, October 14. 

Eugene B. Ely, aviator, killed at Macon, 
Georgia, October 19. 

John R. Walsh, banker, in Chicago, October 

Ida Lewis, keeper Lime Rock Lighthouse, Oc- 
tober 24. 

Rear-Admiral James H. Sands, in Washing- 
ton, October 27. 

Joseph Pulitzer, journalist, at Charleston, 
South Carolina, October 29. 

Bishop McKay-Smith, in Philadelphia, No- 
vember 16. 

President Caceres of San Domingo, assassi- 
nated, November 20. 

Kellogg Durland, author, October 21. 

Ex-Senator Dryden, in Newark, New Jersey, 
November 24. 

Rear-Admiral Wilde, in North Easton, Mas- 
sachusetts, December 3. 

Thomas Ball, sculptor, December 11. 

John Bigelow, diplomat and author, in New 
York, December 19. 

Let This Be Your Guide 

Do you use the street-cars? Most people 
do. Thousands and thousands ride on 
them to and from work day after day. 
They, of course, are familiar with the cars 
running over the route covered by them, 
but are probably not altogether sure about 
cars running to the other various outlying 

Visitors in this city must of a necessity 
be so unfamiliar with their surroundings 
that they are forced to seek information 
in order to get about. 

Much time is thus lost every day, to 
say nothing of the annoyance and incon- 
venience caused. 

To overcome all this, as far as possible, 
and to make the street-car problem a 
simple one, the following card has been 
compiled for the benefit of the public, 
giving the route traversed, together with 
the number of the car making such route : 

Route. Number 

Sutter and California , 1 

Sutter and Clement 2 

Sutter and Jackson 3 

Turk and Eddy 4 

McAllister Street 5 

Masonic Avenue 6 

Haight Street 7 

Market Street 8 

Valencia Street 9 

Guerrero Street — Sunnyside 10 

Mission and Twenty-Fourth 11 

Ingleside 12 

Cemeteries - . 14 

Third and Kearny— Beach 15 

Kentucky Street 16 

Mission Street 18 

Ninth and Polk 19 

Ellis and Ocean 20 

Hayes and Ellis 21 

Fillmore Street 22 

Fillmore and Mission 23 

Mission and Chutes 24 

San Bruno 25 

Ocean View 26 

For the sake of ready reference and con- 
venience, it would be advisable to cut this 
out and paste it on a card. Or if pre- 
ferred, the cards printed for public use can 
be obtained from the proper office of the 
United Railroads. 

It is a very simple matter to become 
adept in determining the proper car to 
board for any section of San Francisco, 
after giving a little study to the informa- 
tion just announced. Each car is num- 
bered, and the number is so large and 
plain that there is not the slightest chance 
for mistake. At night the numbers are 
made equally plain. 

With this copy of the Argonaut at hand, 
all that the uncertain one needs do before 
setting forth, is to look over the card, 
note the number of the car which will 
carry him or her to the desired destina- 
tion, and, at the most convenient station, 
board it without bother o.r worry. 



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Everybody that knows anything about mu- 
sical comedy knows that Harry B. Smith is 
a name to conjure with ; that is, in musical- 
comedy fields. And Harry B. Smith (assisted 
by another Smith ; presumably his brother) 
wrote the book and the lyrics of "The Red 
Rose." Naturally we expect something of 
"The Red Rose," and, naturally again, we are 
not disappointed. That is to say, not very 
much disappointed. But Harry B. Smith has 
his talent for his specialty so highly culti- 
vated that, at times, it becomes almost auto- 
matic in its workings. And "The Red Rose 
happened during one of those times. But of 
course Harry B. Smith wrote it anyway, and 
so, though he hadn't anything particular to 
say when he wrote it, still, what he said 
was said with his usual felicity and easy 

There are four comedian roles in "The 
Red Rose," and all four of them have 
bright lines and amusing business. The 
usual ingenuity in the arrangement and action 
of scenes is evident, and the piece has a 
plot. Plots in musical comedies are getting to 
be the thing. The plot, however, although 
kept well to the fore, does not succeed in 
maintaining sustained interest. And, during 
the periodical disappearances to which (like 
the Humboldt River) all musical-comedy plots 
are liable, we occasionally find we've lost in- 
terest in it. Which is to say that Jove was 
nodding just a little bit when the book of 
"The Red Rose" was -written. 

It is all about life in the students' quarter 
in Paris, and there are many artists, male 
and female. The artists of the coquettish sex 
rather surprise us by the length of their 
skirts ; in fact, long skirts seem to be a char- 
acteristic of all the ladies' costumes in "The 
Red Rose." But they make amends ; yes, the 
fair wearers they certainly make amends. 

First and foremost among the amenders is 
chic little Zoe Barnett, who comes back to us 
looking as if she had grown a litle taller, 
thinner, and tireder than of yore, but quite as 
fetching as ever. Everybody knew, when Zoe 
Barnett was a local favorite here, that a 
bouffe actress with her gift would be sure to 
"hear the East a-calling" some day. So she 
did, and I rather think the East has kept her 
pretty busy ever since. 

Zoe Barnett has stage presence, individ- 
uality, a voice. She knows how to dance, 
she speaks well, with an irreproachable ac- 
cent, she has humor, and she can act. Her 
best qualifications, however, were not brought 
to the fore in "The Red Rose," for her gift 
of humor has not much of a chance. The 
pretty model who bewitched the heir of an 
American millionaire is obliged to be a little 
sad, a litle bitter, and a little cynical. But 
she is a girl who mightily affects the dance, 
and there we recognize the lightsome Zoe 
Barnett who tripped and bounded into the 
affections of the Princess Theatre standbys. 
I think, however, that Miss Barnett is a 
little less spontaneous than formerly, her 
manner more elaborated, and, in speaking, her 
voice takes on singing inflections. It is a 
meaningless trick I particularly detest, and 
it is unworthy a bright woman of Zoe Bar- 
nett's mettle. 

Maurice Darcy and Edwin Burns, as the 
two American trust magnates, and Joseph 
Standish as a Germanized picture-dealer, to- 
gether with Ernest Laceby as the English- 
man, carry the fun of the piece with sufficient 
spirit and spontaneity to keep up a ripple in 
the audience, although I think audiences have 
a much greater preference for one splittingly 
funny comedian than for four who can amuse 
only in the comparative degree. 

The great card, aside from Zoe Barnett 
(although she is not featured), is the chorus. 
It is perfectly amazing how the crop of pretty 
girls keep up. It seemed to me that there 
was a particularly nice-looking lot of girls in 
"The Red Rose" ; that is, with faces as yet 
unhardened by the toughening process to 
which their trying lives expose them. Gentle, 
feminine, even sweet and innocent, were the 
pretty faces above those long, red-flowered 
costumes worn by the bacchanals in the dance. 
But at the ball those maids of the decorous 
faces knew how to dance, and much of the 
time their toes were pointing to the zenith 
and the proper, long skirts were busy making 
amends for their unusual propriety. 

The music of "The Red Rose" runs to the 
lively order. Very few sentimental ditties 
block the whirl of gayety. 

A Jack Mason is mentioned on the pro- 
gramme as arranging the dances, and Jack 

has rather a pretty taste in carrying out the 
details of his trade. 

The third act represents a ball in the 
artists' quarter of Paris, and the stage is full 
of light, color, gayety, and the rhythm and 
grace of dancing figures. Several of the men 
are very good dancers, Zoe Barnett's pro- 
ficiency in this art we all remember, and 
Grace Ellsworth is full of rhythm and spring 
from top to toe. She was supposed to play 
the part of a mature and rather ridiculous 
charmer, but she did not shine so much in 
that side of her impersonation as she did in 
the graceful and rhythmic agility of the re- 
tired ex-dancer. 

The scene of the "ball of the four arts" is 
rather reminiscent of a similar one in "Miss 
Innocence." So is the character (very well 
played, by the way, by Ernest Laceby ; in 
fact, the company as a whole is good) of the 
Englishman with the catchword, "my blun- 
der," reminiscent of a character in "Miss 
Innocence." An imitation somewhere. It 
depends on which of the two pieces was 
written first. 

There are, indeed, a number of slight 
echoes in "The Red Rose." Leo Stark's 
funny little skip as given in "The Spring 
Maid" was reproduced by Mr. Laceby, when 
as Lionel Tallboys, he says petulantly, "I 
don't want to go." And the joke by the same 
character — in rather questionable taste — "I'd 
hate to go to her as an amateur," has the 
moss of decades upon it. Mr. Smith also 
borrowed an incident from Pierre Frondaie's 
very clever and interesting comedy "Mont- 
martre," in order to make a curtain to his 
third act. In "Montmartre" Marie Claire, the 
lawless child of impulse, tears off the neck- 
lace of pearls given her by her wealthy, but 
detested lover, and flies off to pearl-less pov- 
erty with the one she loves best. And all 
the guests, men and women, after a mo- 
mentary fausse honte precipitate themselves 
on the floor to gather up the scattering gems, 
while the curtain falls on this tableau in- 
spired by cynicism. 

In "The Red Rose" it is as a daughter re- 
stored to a wealthy father that Lola wears 
the gems. Everything is strictly respectable 
in "The Red Rose" except a few errant jokes, 
plus the love-making of the American mil- 
lionaire to Gyp, a vagrant little coquette of 
Bohemian Paris; a role which was played 
with much vivacity by Marguerite de Von, 
and who looked very much the character in 
her decidedly alluring ballet costume at the 

These book-writers of musical comedy are 
very close students of up-to-date French 
pieces, but it is evident that they are obliged 
to do some deodorizing before they put bor- 
rowed ideas before the astonishing American 
public, which takes kindly to the ideas them- 
selves but is very insistent about the labels 
being of the most impeccable respectability. 
Josephine Hart Phelps. 

"A distinguished violinist of this city,* 
writes Philip Hale in the Boston Herald, 
"was talking recently about women who 
fiddled and now fiddle. He complained that 
nearly all of them classed as great erred in 
this — they tried to play like a man; they 
wished it said of them that they had a virile 
tone. He did not except Lady Halle, Maud 
Powell, or Miss Parlow. 'The only great 
woman violinist I remember was Teresina 
Tua, and her greatness consisted in the fact 
that she always played like a woman ; she 
was womanly and fascinating.' Some of us 
remember this beautiful apparition — her real 
name was Maria Felicita Tua — who took the 
first prize at the Paris Conservatory, made 
a great reputation in Europe in the 'eighties, 
and married Count Franchi-Verney, who was 
nineteen years older than his bride. Saint- 
Saens once said, apropos of Augusta Holmes, 
that when a woman wrote for the orchestra 
she was noisier than any man because she 
wished to show that she was not a poor, weak 
thing on account of her sex." 

Joe Weber and Lew Fields, the dialect 
comedians whose fame, made in New York, 
has been accepted at par in other cities, were 
partners for twenty-seven years, but separated 
in 1904. After seven years of divided effort 
they have decided to work again in combina- 
tion, and will form a new organization to be 
called the Weber & Fields All Star Company 
and produce the well-known Weberfieldsian 
style of entertainment. Lillian Russell was 
the first of their former stars to sign a new 
contract with the firm. 

Another play of Oriental life is attracting 
attention in New York, with the Hichens 
drama, "The Garden of Allah." continuing 
majestically. The new piece is a study of 
people and conditions in Bagdad a thousand 
years ago, and Otis Skinner as Haji, a beggar, 
offers a forceful and picturesque characteriza- 
tion. Edward Knoblauch wrote the play, and 
it has been produced by Harrison Grey Fiske 
with a sumptuous scenic equipment. 

Ethel Barrymore has proved the worth of 
"The Witness for the Defense," or the mag- 
netism of her acting, and Mr. Frohman an- 
nounces that the play will last his star all 
this season and at least half of the next. 


Among the stories writen by David Graham 
Phillips it is probable that "A Grain of Dust" 
won the highest favor among his fascinated 
readers. It may be remembered that it told 
of the remarkable mating of a Choate-Web- 
ster-Cromwell style of lawyer and a colorless 
yet perfectly enchanting stenographer. Of 
course the novel went the way of all well- 
circulated love stories — to the stage. James 
K. Hackett played the drama on the road and 
at length introduced it to New York. Fol- 
lowing is a free criticism of the play and the 
star, written by Louis Sherwin of the New 
York Globe. In so far as it may tend to dis- 
courage the custom of revamping novels of 
this type for theatrical purposes its purpose is 
excellent : 

If David Graham Phillips were still alive 
I should like to take him to see "A Grain of 
Dust" at the Criterion. His remarks would 
really be worth listening to — which is more 
than can be said for the play in which James 
K. Hackett is appearing, a play supposed to 
be founded on Phillips's novel of the same 
name. To be sure it resembles the book about 
as much as a mince pie resembles a pair of 
trousers. That would not necessarily be any- 
thing against it. A mince pie might be per- 
fectly good as a pie, however insufficient it 
might be as a representation of trousers. You 
would not blame it for not resembling the 
trousers merely because the name of the 
maker of the trousers were attached to the 
pie. By the same token, if Louis Evan Ship- 
man's version of "A Grain of Dust" were a 
good play its difference from the book would 
be immaterial. 

Not that there is anything so tremendously 
sacred about David Graham Phillips's novel. 
Phillips was very much in earnest, frightfully 
in earnest. Consequently, as Oscar Wilde said 
of Hall Caine, "he wrote at the top of his 
voice." As a book, "A Grain of Dust" had 
some vigorous truth in it. But this truth, 
being a bitter commentary on the uxoriousness 
of American husbands, and the uselessness of 
a certain type of American wives, has been 
carefully eliminated from the play, except for 
one brief moment, when Shipman pokes fun 
at Phillips. The drama, therefore, having 
none of the merits of the book, all of its ab- 
surdity, with a lot of Family Herald heart 
throbs and vaudevillainous humor thrown in 
to season the mixture, is neither one thing 
nor the other. Of course it was inevitable 
that Mr. Shipman should take a good deal of 
liberty with the novel. But what he has done 
is not merely a liberty, it is a laurajeanliberty. 

It is only fair to say here that Mr. Hackett 
has been exceedingly successful with "A Grain 
of Dust" out of town. Also that Monday 
night's audience laughed quite heartily at some 
of the most crinolined jokes ever heard out- 
side of musical comedy. I would not have 
been surprised at any time if E. M. Holland 
had come down to the footlights and sung a 
comic song about mothers-in-law and the di- 
vorce court, words by Harry B. Smith, music 
by Karl Hoschna. And I'm perfectly sure it 
would have been enthusiastically applauded. 
A fair sample of the jokes is the venerable 
one about the Waldorf being "an institution 
for conferring exclusiveness upon the masses." 
Oliver Herford please copy. 

Frederick Norman, the legal Superman of 
Phillips's hectic imagination who threw over 
his rich fiancee to marry his stenographer, 
thereby making an enemy of rich fiancee's 
papa, would be recognized by neither friend 
nor foe, as he is in the play. Mr. Shipman 
has deferred to the star's chest notes and his 
insuperable love for a nice, fat, maudlin part. 
Consequently poor Norman becomes a weird 
mixture of "Wedded But No Husband," of 
cloak-and-sword hero. In fact, he's a sort of 
hairy harumfrodite, hero and heroine too. 

Mr. Hackett in his efforts to be gallantly 
humorous and tenoriously noble, gives an ut- 
terly stagy and irritating performance. He 
emits the most impeccable platitudes with a 
deprecatory smile that in no way conceals a 
baffling self-satisfaction. But again it must 
be acknowledged that his work seemed to 
please at least the noisiest portion of the first- 
night audience, whatever it may do to subse- 
quent ones. 

He is abetted by a company of such excel- 
lent actors that it is painful to see them en- 
gaged in such roles. To beho'.d such an artist 
as E. M. Holland, for instance, obliged to 
stoop to make an elaborate, ceremonious, 
thrice-explained joke out of taking a drink of 
whisky, is really too much for people who 
respect good actors. Mr. Holland as a low 
comedy lawyer's clerk with the delicate, spark- 
ling facetiousness of an office boy is rather a 
mockery- Frazer Coulter almost makes the 
wicked old millionaire human, but the author 
was too much for him. Izetta Jewel as the 
stenographer who married the boss, left him. 
and then came back, is colorless, but perhaps 
not to be blamed for that. 

It may be gathered from this that Mr. Sher- 
win thinks the play is no improvement on 
other dramatized novels, but it seems only 
fair to say that it would take a genius on 
the stage to make the Phillips hero and 
heroine anything but freaks. 

Driving Away Theatre Patronage. 
New York theatre managers are waking up. 
In time their erring Western confreres will 
see a great light. This is from the New 
York Ghbe : "Evidently the complaints of 
theatre-goers have been heard from the seats 
of the mighty. The practice of managers in 
sending all their front rows to the hotels 
and other ticket agencies has created so much 
disgust that some of them have been led to 
see that the custom was driving people out 
of the theatres. Henry W. Savage is taking 
the lead in giving the general public some- 

thing more of a fair deal. plan to 

distribute the usual allotment of seats to ho- 
tels and libraries, but the seats consigned to 
such brokers will not as heretofore be all the 
choice locations. Every alternate row will 
be reserved for sale at the box-office, thus 
enabling the regular theatre patron to pro- 
cure the best seats at the box window, with- 
out being obliged to seek the hotels and pay 
a premium for chairs in the front rows of 
the orchestras." 

Edna Goodrich, formerly Mrs. Nat Good- 
win, has been engaged by Daniel Frohman 
to appear with Charles Cherry in "His Neigh- 
bor's Wife." Miss Godrich has decided to 
devote herself to the stage hereafter and to 
become a star in her own name. 

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January 13, 1912. 


It is a dull week that does not see the ap- 
pearance of some new and infallible beauty 
recipe. Most of them live until their suc- 
cessors appear, and no longer. They come in 
with a flourish of triumphant trumpets and 
they disappear almost before there is time to 
describe them. 

The no laughter plan is the latest. Laugh- 
ter wrinkles the face and draws upon the 
dreaded lines that are eloquent of advancing 
years. Therefore do not laugh. No matter 
how great may be the social humiliation of 
your dearest friend you must not laugh at 
her, not even behind her back. A single de- 
lighted smile may lay the foundation for a 
wrinkle or a crease that will take hours of 
massage and barrels of cold cream to remove. 
But the laugh is not the only thing to bt 
avoided. It is among the worst of facial of- 
fenses, but there are others. It may have 
been noticed that even society ladies, high-up 
society ladies, will sometimes allow a flicker 
of expression to cross their faces, a momen- 
tary gleam that almost suggests the presence 
of a thought, .an idea, an emotion, a senti- 
ment. Of course no such thing is there 
actually. It is what our scientific brethren 
would call a reflex action, but it must be 
guarded against. It sets the face in motion. 
It helps to wear it out. To preserve our 
beauty there must be absolute immobility. 
Laughter is fatal, thought of any kind is sui- 
cidal, sentiment or emotion once allowed to 
enter the mind are sure to be reflected upon 
the face, and there you are, don't you know. 
The society of the ladies who do not laugh 
now numbers about eighty. They meet regu- 
larly in order to compare notes, but one won- 
ders how they can do this without laughing. 
It would be enough to make a cat laugh. But 
perhaps these are the same ladies who once 
formed the Pomona Club and spent hours a 
day in chasing apples around a room with the 
tips of their fingers. It is surprising that 
ladies can find time to do all these things 
with their new political duties weighing so 
heavily upon their hands. 

buffooneries as these that make her the happy 
hunting ground for the predatory Socialist. 
It is not so much reason and intelligence that 
guard us against political extravagances as 
the wholesome force of precedent and con- 
vention. When this force has been overcome 
by an epidemic of women policemen, munici- 
pal newspapers, matrimonial schools, and 
other tomfooleries of the kind, the ground is 
ploughed and ready for all other sorts of 
weird nonsense. What Los Angeles needs is 
not a matrimonial school, but a well-built, 
airy, roomy lunatic asylum large enough to 
contain her cranks, fanatics, reformers, and 
all other hysteriacs. 

A Paris husband has applied for divorce 
upon the ground that he will no longer button 
his wife up the back. The phrase is an 
awkward one. but there seems no way to im- 
prove it. Let it go. We all know what it 
means, those of us who are initiated. This 
particular victim suggests that he would not 
mind the task occasionally, but he has to do 
it half a dozen times a day. One of the 
gowns has forty-nine buttons, and he in- 
variably finds when he gets near the south 
pole that there is a lack of symmetry in the 
opposing halves and that somewhere or other 
there has been a faulty connection. Then he 
has to work backward, find the unmated but- 
ton or the unmated hole, and do it all over 
again. Therefore he asks for legal release 
from a slavery worse than death. 

The case is exactly as stated. We have 
been there. It is even more so. Buttons are 
by no means the worst of the contrivances 
that women use to shut themselves up be- 
hind. Buttons are bad enough in all con- 
science, but how about hooks, frisky little 
abominations impossible to grasp, still more 
impossible to insert into their receptacles that 
are usually made of cotton and indistinguish- 
able from the surrounding landscape ? A 
more heartbreaking task can hardly be im- 
agined, and it will always be found that the 
moment success seems to be within sight the 
woman will begin to talk or breathe. The 
first time this task was set to us we halved the 
difficulties by driving the hook firmly and 
resolutely into the fabric of the dress, but 
there were reasons why this was never at- 
tempted again. 

It is strange that women have never 
achieved a better plan for closing themselves 
up behind. One would think that it could be 
done just as easily in front or that it could 
be managed by means of a spring, or a lever 
operated from the van. Imagine a man fixing 
his suspenders by means of a row of minute 
hooks and invisible eyes. 

Pity the sorrows of the rich. Being human 
beings, in spite of many opinions to the con- 
trary, they want to give each other Christmas 
presents and the like, and there is now noth- 
ing on earth costly enough to be a rarity or 
to give pleasure. 

Take the case of Mr. Gary of the Steel 
Trust. Mr. Brandeis says that Mr. Gary gave 
his wife a necklace costing half a million 
dollars. Mr. Gary says that he did nothing 
of the kind and that the story is a fabrica- 
tion, but then he might have done so if he 
had wanted to, so the moral of the story is 
unaffected. Moreover, Mr. Gary should know 
better than to interfere with a gentleman 
who wanted to talk about Marie Antoinette 
and her diamond necklace and who simply 
had to have some modernizing illustration. 
Some people seem to have no manners. 

Now this necklace could not have given 
Mrs. Gary any real pleasure. Probably she 
could have half a dozen for the asking. So 
what is a rich man to do whose heart is filled 
with the milk of human kindness but who 
can find nothing expensive enough to show 
just how full his heart is of the aforesaid 
milk? There is a mixture of metaphors here, 
but our intentions are good. 

Mr. Dooley, under the assumed name of F. 
P. Dunne, talks about this problem in the 
American Magazine. Mr. Worldly Wiseman 
is sore perplexed to know what to do at 
Christmas. He says: 

"There's my wife. The last Christmas I 
spent with her in Paris I went down to the 
Rue de la Paix and got her a j ewel that 
should have made her eyes stick out. Cost 
me a barrel of money. A barrel ! What did 
she do? Thanked me and chucked it into a 
work-basket full of flannels that she was 
sewing for some hospital. There's my sister. 
She loves jewels, but she has so many they're 
an incumbrance to her, and they're so valu- 
able that she doesn't wear them when she 
goes out, but leaves them in a safety deposit 
vault and puts on imitations. There's my 
nephew. He'll have my money when I die, 
if he behaves himself ; but he's got almost 
as much money now in his own right as I 
will leave him. What can I get for him ? 
When I was a boy if I got a gold watch or 
a scarfpin at Christmas I was happy, but he 
has as many gold watches as Simpson, the 
pawnbroker, and a different pin for every 
scarf he owns. He's only a sophomore in 
college, but he owns a ninety horse-power 
machine, a string of polo ponies, a motor-boat 
that can make thirty miles, and he's negoti- 
ating with the Wright Brothers for an aero- 
plane. What's the use of trying to surprise 
him? I suppose it's the same way with the 
presents he sends to me. I wish he'd not send 
me anything, but come over and spend a 
week with me. But of course I can't expect 
that. He'd be bored to death." 

Certainly he would be bored to death, that 
young hopeful whose only complaint against 
life is that he has exhausted its resources 
and that the world can no longer supply the 
material for a thrill or an emotion. 

It is announced that boys are to be ad- 
mitted to the matrimonial course recently 
started by the Gardens High School of Los 
Angeles. There is no statement as to the 
precise nature of the instruction imparted at 
this ridiculous school except that it contains 
everything essential to courtship and mar- 
riage except, we may suppose, a modicum of 
maidenly modesty. Perhaps this would be 
too much to hope for. 

We may wonder why Los Angeles likes to 
be laughed at. Really she seems to. She 
must know that her beautiful name at the 
head of a news item is a warning of some- 
thing that is screamingly funny in the item 
itself, and that this is true not only of 
America, but also of Europe. One day we 
read of women detectives authorized to arrest 
the flirtatious male. Then we read of male 
detectives, selected fjr their good looks, and 
whose duty it is to attract advances from 
women and then to out them in prison. Now 
comes the matrinn .ial school. Perhaps Los 
Angeles does not k-ow what the world thinks 
of her s regarded in municipal 

ma ., [" civilization. It may 

surj told that it is just such 

Here is an advertisement copied verbatim 
from Votes for Women, a London periodical 
devoted to the political advancement of the 
gentler sex : 

"Ju-jutsu (self-defense) for Suffragettes, 
private or class lessons daily, 10:30 to 7:30; 
special terms to W. S. P. U. members; Sun- 
day class by arrangement ; Boxing and Fenc- 
ing by specialists. — Edith Garrud, 9, Argyll 
Place, Regent Street." 

Miss Mary Champion continues to in- 
gratiate herself with her own sex by insisting 
that women have no code of honor and by 
imploring them to beg, borrow, or steal one. 
In order to convince them of their deplorable 
lack she propounds two problems for their 
consideration and asks for replies. Here is 
the first problem: "Is a woman justified in 
cutting an acquaintance about whom she has 
heard a scandal?" And here is the second: 
"May she warn another woman against a man 
whom she considers unprincipled?" These 
problems were submitted some weeks ago, but 
so far there has been no plethora of replies. 
Mary ought to offer an automobile for the 
best solution and then there would be some- 
thing doing. In the meantime she might re- 
member that codes of honor are not invented. 
Like Topsy, they "just grow." 

Heaven forbid that we should attempt an 
answer to these particular questions. It is 
certain that nine women out of ten will cut 
an acquaintance about whom they have heard 
a scandal and that nine women out of ten 
will not warn another woman against the un- 

principled man. What they ought to do is 
another matter. In every case they will be- 
lieve themselves to be actuated by a sense of 
duty ; and heaven save us all from the woman 
with a sense of duty. Actually they will be 
animated by hostility toward their own sex. 

At the inauguration ceremonies of new 
buildings of the University of Vienna, the 

prorector, Dr. Bernatzek, expressed regret at 
the exclusion of women as students in the 
department of jurisprudence. The faculty had 
expressed itself in favor of the admission of 
women twelve years ago. Five years ago 
another communication was sent to the im- 
perial authorities asking that women be al- 
lowed to matriculate as students of law. This 
request was also ignored. 


of the Condition and Value of the Assets and Liabilities 

— OF — 



(Member of the Associated Savings Banks of San Francisco) 



I— BONDS OF THE UNITED STATES ($8,335,000.00), of the State of 
California and Municipalities thereof ($3,965,062.50), of the State 
of New York ($350,000.00), the actual value of which is $14,661,562.92 

2— Cash in United States Gold and Silver Coin and Checks 1,93S,368.64 

3— MISCELLANEOUS BONDS ($6,277,000.00), the actual value of which 

is 6,556,859.24 

They are : 
"San Francisco and North Pacific Railway Company 5 per cent 
Bonds" ($476,000.00), "Southern Pacific Branch Railway Company 
of California 6 per cent Bonds"' ($302,000.00), "Western Pacific 
Railway Company 5 per cent Bonds" ( $250,000.00), "San Fran- 
cisco and San Joaquin Valley Railway Company 5 per cent Bonds" 
($120,000.00), "Northern California Railway Company 5 per cent 
Bonds" ($83,000.00), "Northern Railway Company of California 
5 per cent Bonds" ($54,000.00), "Southern Pacific Company, San 
Francisco Terminal 4 per cent Bonds" ($50,000.00), "Southern 
Pacific Railway Company 6 per cent Bonds" ($1,000.00), "Market 
Street Cable Company 6 per cent Bonds" ($758,000.00), "Market 
Street Railway Company First Consolidated Mortgage 5 per cent 
Bonds" ($753,000.00), "Los Angeles Pacific Railroad Company of 
California Refunding 5 per cent Bonds" ($400,000.00), "Los Angeles 
Railway Company of California 5 per cent Bonds" ($334,000.00), 
"Powell Street Railway Company 6 per cent Bonds" ($185,000.00), 
"The Omnibus Cable Company 6 per cent Bonds" ($167,000.00), 
"Sutter Street Railway Company 5 per cent Bonds" ($150,000.00), 
"Gough Street Railway Company 5 per cent Bonds" ($20,000.00), 
"Ferries and Cliff House Railway Company 6 per cent Bonds" 
($6,000.00), "San Francisco, Oakland and San Jose Railway Com- 
pany 5 per cent Bonds" ($5,000.00"), "The Merchants' Exchange 7 
per cent Bonds" ($1,460,000.00), "San Francisco Gas and Electric 
Company 4^< per cent Bonds" ($553,000.00), "Los Angeles Gas and 
Electric Company 5 per cent Bonds" ($100,000.00), "Spring Valley 
Water Company 4 per cent Bonds" ($50,000.00). 

4 — PROMISSORY NOTES and the debts thereby secured, the actual value 

of which is $32,646,452.15 

The Condition of said Promissory Notes and debts is as follows: 
They are all existing Contracts, owned by said Corporation, and are 
payable to it at its office, which is situated at the corner of Market, 
McAllister and Jones Streets in the City and County of San Fran- 
cisco, State of California, and the payment thereof is secured by 
First Mortgages on Real Estate within this State. Said Promissory 
Notes are kept and held by said Corporation at its said office, which 
is its principal place of business, and said Notes and debts are there 

5— PROMISSORY NOTES and the debts thereby secured, the actual value 

of which is 223,501.18 

The Condition of said Promissory Notes and debts is as follows: 
They are all existing Contracts, owned by said Corporation, and are 
payable to it at its office, which is situated as aforesaid, and the pay- 
ment thereof is secured by pledge and hypothecation of Bonds of 
Railroad and Quasi-Public Corporations and other securities. 

6 — (a) Real Estate situated in the City and Countv of San Francisco 
($809,512.30), and in the Counties of Santa Clara ($15,314.16), and 
Alameda ($2,814.50), in this State, the actual value of which is 827,640.96 

(b) The Land and Building in which said Corporation keeps its said 

office, the actual value of which is 979,156.11 

The Condition of said Real Estate is that it belongs to said Cor- 
poration, and part of it is productive. 

Total Assets $57,833,541.20 


1— SAID CORPORATION OWES DEPOSITS amounting to and the 

actual value of which is $53,833,541.20 

(Number of Depositors, 82,828; 
Average Amount of Deposits, $649.59) 

2— RESERVE FUND, Actual Value 4,000,000.00 

Total Liabilities $57,833,541.20 

By JAMES R. KELLY, President. 

By R. M. TOBIN, Secretary. 

■ ss. 

City and County of San Francisco 

JAMES R. KELLY and R. M. TOBIN, being each duly sworn, each for himself 
says: That said JAMES R. KELLY is President and that said R. M. TOBIN is Secre- 
tary of THE HIBERNIA SAVINGS AND LOAN SOCIETY, the Corporation above 
mentioned, and that the foregoing statement is true. 

JAMES R. KELLY, President 
R. M. TOBIN, Secretary. 
Subscribed and sworn to before me this 2d dav of January, 1912. 

Notary Public in and for the City and County of 
San Francisco, State of California. 

[anuary 13, 1912. 




Grave and Gay, Epigrammatic and Otherwise. 

Suffering beneath the razor of an incompe- 
tent barber, the customer signaled to the 
operator to halt. "Yes, sir?" inquired the 
barber, inclining his head. "Give me gas !" 
said the customer. 

It was a faithful Swede girl who, when the 
winter was coldest and the furnace was not 
working right, was admonished by her mis- 
tress to take an iron to bed with her to warm 
it. In the morning the kindly woman asked 
Lena how it worked. "Pritty gude," she said, 
"Ay had it almost warm by morning." 

Theodore Dreiser, the novelist, was talk- 
ing about criticism. "I like pointed criti- 
cism," he said, "criticism such as I heard in 
the lobby of a theatre the other night at the 
end of the play. The critic was an old gentle- 
man. His criticism, which was for his wife's 
ears alone, consisted of these words: 'Well, 
you would come!'" 

The other night at an Independence revival 
a long-winded brother got up and talked for 
an intolerabie time in a most repetitious and 
tiresome manner. He was followed by the 
pastor, whose earnest words stirred the con- 
gregation. A little later the minister asked 
a stranger in the church, "Are you a Chris- 
tian?" "Yes," replied the stranger, "but I 
wouldn't have been much longer, if you hadn't 
talked just when you did." 

An under-sized yokel approached a sergeant 
in the barrack yard of an English military 
depot. "I want to join the army, please," he 
said. The sergeant looked him up and down, 
and replied, "You can not join the army, my 
lad ; you are too small." "Too small !" said 
the youth. "What about that little fellow 
over there ?" "But he is an officer." "Oh, is 
he ?" exclaimed Chawbacon. "Well, I'm not 
particular; I'll just join the officers." 

Bishop Logan Herbert Roots of Hankow is 
profoundly interested in the Chinese revolu- 
tion and stands very high with the Hankow 
Chinese. He once said that when he first 
went to China he had a good deal of dif- 
ficulty in remembering faces. He mentioned 
this difficulty to a mandarin. He said: "I'm 
getting over it now ; but in the beginning 
here in Hankow you all looked as like as two 
peas." "Two peas?" said the intelligent man- 
darin, smiling. "But why not say two 

An ardent advocate during the recent cam- 
paign said : "A point upon which a great 
deal of weight has been placed is that women 
do not want the suffrage, and that it would 
be cruel to impose it upon them. The cry 
about cruelty to women reminds me of a dia- 
logue that passed between Johnnie and his 
mother: 'Johnnie, your little sister has been 
hauling you on her sled for half an hour. 
Why don't you get off and haul her ?' 
'Mamma,' said little Johnnie, 'I am afraid she 
will take cold.' " 

A farmer near Corning, Kansas, whose son 
was an applicant for a position under the 
government, but who had been repeatedly 
turned down, said : "Well, it's hard luck, but 
John has missed that civil service examina- 
tion again. It looks like they just won't have 
him!" "What was the trouble?" "Well, he 
was short on spellin', and geography, and 
missed purty fur in mathematics." "What is 
he going to do about it?" "I dunno. Times 
is mighty hard, and I reckon he'll have to 
go back to teaching school for a livin' !" 

A reply very characteristic of the states- 
man and diplomat who made it is given in 
the "Autobiography of Alfred Austin." Lord 
and Lady Salisbury were among the guests 
at Hewell Grange. Lord Salisbury had come 
to speak at a public meeting. On the morn- 
ing of the day when the speech was to be 
delivered, seeing Lord Salisbury passing into 
the study, I said to him : "I suppose you are 
going to think over what you will say to- 
night ?" "No," he said, in his ironical way, 
"rather to think over what I must not say." 

Senator Gore was praising the art of com- 
promise. "Compromise is a gpod thing," he 
said. "Take the case of a young builder I 
knew. He got married about a year ago, 
and after the marriage he and his wife had 
an interminable dispute as to whether they 
should buy two motor-cycles or a five horse- 
power runabout suitable to their means. He 
said: 'My wife and I wrangled for months 
and months, but, thank goodness, we have 
compromised at last.' 'What have you com- 
promised on?' I asked. 'A baby carriage,' he 
answered, with a wide, glad smile." 

A Richmond woman has in her employ a 
colored cook who has managed to break 
nearly every variety of article that the house- 
hold contains. The mistress's patience 
reached its limit recently when she discovered 
that the dusky servitor had broken the ther- 

mometer that hung on the house porch. 
"Well, well," sighed the lady of the house, 
in a most resigned way, "you've managed to 
break even the thermometer, haven't you?" 
The maid replied in a tone equally resigned, 
"Yessum ; and now we'll have to take de 
weather jist as it comes, won't we?" 

Tim Connors was being boomed for fish 
commissioner. Tim claimed to have assisted 
in the catch of as many as 60,000 mackerel 
at one clip. "It's this way," he said in re- 
cital. "Ye spread a great nit and lower a 
lamp lighted. The mackerel do be a curious 
lot and they swim up in great numbers to see 
what the divil the light is for. Lind me your 
pincil. Now," said Tim, jabbing a piece of 
paper with the pencil point, "when they crowd 
around the light they stick their heads through 
the nit. The mackerel has little bits of ears 
and gets caught by thim. He can't raylease 
himself, not having anny ha-ands." 

Sir Robert Morier was a wit as well as one 
of the greatest diplomats of the Victorian era. 
In his recently published memoirs we find more 
than one good story and vivacious bit of 
characterization. On Gladstone, whom he knew 
well, he has some sharp comments: "Many- 
sided, if you will, but then it is by a per- 
petual succession of one-sidedness." "His 
mind resembles the fasces of a Roman lictor, 
a bundle of sticks . . . with no organic veg- 
etable life binding them together . . . and 
in the middle a great axe with which he can 
at any moment hew to pieces any opponent 
who personally attacks him." Among the 
stories, we have Metternich's famous remark 
during the revolution in Vienna when the 
mob howled round the Chancery and a fright- 
ened archduke asked what the row was : 
"Your Excellency, this is what the democratic 
gentlemen call the voice of God." There is 
also a story of King Victor Emmanuel, who 
told the German Crown Prince that what he 
liked was hard fighting, and that if the worst 
came to the worst and he lost his crown "he 
could always turn pirate." 


No Improvements. 
Though motor-cars change yearly 

In engine or in frame, 
The water-wagon model 
Remains about the same. 

— New York Su n. 

St. and St. 
Our neighbors? Well, they're hard to beat, 

I hate to make complaint. 
But half the people in our St. 

Would aggravate a St. — Puck's Quarterly. 

Thy Hosiery. 
The socks I darn for thee, dear heart, 

Mean quite a pile of work to me; 
I count them over, every one apart, 

Thy hosiery, thy hosiery. 

Each sock a mate, two mates a pair, 
To clothe thy feet in storm and cold; 

I count each sock unto the end, and find 
I've skipped a hole. 

Oh, carelessness, this thy reproof, 

See how it looms across my sole, 
I grind my teeth, and then in very truth 

I darn that hole, sweetheart, I darn that hole! 
—L. Case Russell, in Puck. 

Is Never Turned Down. 

There's a man in the world who is never 
turned down, wherever he chance to stray; he 
gets the glad hand in the populous town, or out 
where the farmers make hay; he's greeted with 
pleasure on deserts of sand, and deep in the aisles 
of the woods; wherever he goes there's the wel- 
coming hand — He's The Man Who Delivers the 

The failures of life sit around and complain ; 
the gods haven't treated them white; they've lost 
their umbrellas whenever there's rain; and they 
haven't their lanterns at night; men tire of the 
failures who fill with their sighs the air of their 
own neighborhoods; there's the man who is greeted 
with love-lighted eyes — he's The Man Who De- 
livers the Goods. 

One fellow is lazy, and watches the clock, and 
waits for the whistle to blow; one has a hammer, 
with which he will knock, and one tells the story 
of woe; and one, if requested to travel a mile, 
will measure the perches and roods; but one does 
his stunt with a whistle or smile — he's The Man 
Who Delivers the Goods. 

One man is afraid he'll labor too hard — the 
world isn't yearning for such ; and one man is 
ever alert, on his guard, lest he put in a minute 
too much; and one has a grouch or a temper that's 
bad, and one is a creature of moods, so it's hey 
for the joyous and rollicking lad — for The One 
Who Delivers the Goods! 

— Walt Mason, in Talking Machine World. 

On his return from a winter holiday the 
greatest buttonholer in London was telling 
his acquaintances at his club in Pall Mall that 
he had been occupying a house at Davos, not 
far from Mr. Labouchere, who, he added, was 
in a very melancholy state. "I am truly 
sorry for that," said one of his hearers. 
"What's the matter with him?" "Well," re- 
plied the bore, "I was out walking one day, 
when I saw Labouchere coming down the 
lane toward me. The moment he caught sight 
of me he darted into a fir wood which was 
close by, and he hid behind a tree till I had 
passed on. Oh, very sad, indeed!" 

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Isaias VV. Hellman President 

I. W. Hellman, Jr Vice-President 

F. L. Lipman Vice-President 

James K. Wilson Vice-President 

Frank B. King Cashier 

W. McGavin Asst. Cashier 

E. L. Jacobs Asst. Cashier 

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526 California St., San Francisco, Cal. 

Guaranteed capital $ 1,200,000.00 

Capital actually paid up in cash. 1,000,000.00 
Reserve and Contingent Funds.. 1,631,282.84 

Employees' Pension Fund 131,748.47 

Deposits December 30, 1911 46,205,741.40 

Total assets 48,837,024.24 

Officers — N. Ohlandt, President; George 
Tourny, Vice-President and Manager; J. W. 
Van Bergen, Vice-President; A. H. R. Schmidt, 
Cashier; William Herrmann, Assistant Cashier; 
A. H. Muller, Secretary; G. J. O. Folte and 
Wm. D. Newhouse, Assistant Secretaries; 
Goodfellow, Eells & Orrick, General Attorneys. 

Board of Directors — N. Ohlandt, George 
Tourny, J. W. Van Bergen, Ign. Steinhart, I. 
N. Walter, F. Tillmann, Jr., E. T. Kruse, W. 
S. Goodfellow, and A. H. R. Schmidt. 

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207 Powell Street 

San Francisco 

Clubhouse or Hotel Resort Site 

A forty-acre tract with long frontage on Russian River. Timber and 
meadow land rising gently back to the hills, about an eighth of a mile. 
Beautiful groves of redwood, oak, maple, laurel, ash, madrone and 

Fine building sites for a clubhouse, cottages, hotel or sanitorium. 
Climate perfect for out-of-door life. Pure spring water piped 
over place from large tank. A good family orchard, small vine- 
yard, about fifteen acres under cultivation, produce from which will 
supply a large number of people. Scenic beauty, facilities for boat- 
ing, bathing and fishing, hard to equal. 

This may be easily claimed as the most picturesque stretch of the 
famous Russian River. Location seventy-two miles from San Fran- 
cisco and about a mile from the celebrated Bohemian Grove. Large 
acreage near by is subdivided, with many artistic cottages already 
built. This entire section is free from mosquitoes. Title of property 
is clear and no incumbrance. Improvements worth about two 
thousand dollars. Owner will sell the place below values held on 
surrounding property. 

For particulars address - - 341 North C St., San Mateo Cal. 


January 13, 1912. 


Notes and Gossip. 
A chronicle of the social happenings dur- 
ing the past week in the cities on and around 
the Bay of San Francisco will be found in 
the following department: 

The wedding of Miss Katherine Moulton, daugh- 
ter of Mr. and Mrs. E. H. Moulton of Minneapo- 
lis, and Mr. Henry Seward Van Dyke of Los 
Angeles, will take place January 20 in Santa Bar- 
bara. Mr. Van Dyke is a son of the late Supreme 
Judge Walter Van Dyke, and a brother of Mr. 
William Van Dyke of Los Angeles, Dr. Edwin C. 
Van Dyke of this city, and Mrs. Franklin Bangs 
of Oakland. 

Mr. and Mrs. A. M. Shields have announced 
the engagement of their daughter, Miss Alexandra 
Shields, to Mr. Harold Casey, son of the late Mr. 
and Mrs. Maurice Casey. Mr. Casey is a brother 
of Mrs. Emory Winship and Miss Margaret Casey. 

Mrs. Horace Wilcox Morgan has issued invita- 
tions to a bridge-tea for January 17 at her home 
on Washington Street. 

Mr. and Mrs. Andrew Welch, Jr., gave a dinner 
Tuesday evening at the Fairmont Hotel and with 
their guests later attended the recital given in the 
St. Francis ballroom by Mrs. Soley-Morle and 
Miss Estelle de Beer. 

Miss Minnie Bertram Houghton was a dinner 
hostess Tuesday evening preceding the recital. 

Mr. and Mrs. Henry T. Scott, Mr. and Mrs. 
Francis Carolan, and Mr. and Mrs. Henry Foster 
Dutton entertained at dinners at the Hotel St. 
Francis and occupied boxes at the recital. 

Others who gave dinners Tuesday evening were 
Mr. and Mrs. George T. Marye, Jr., Dr. Herbert 
C. Moffitt and Mrs. Moffitt, and Mr. and Mrs. 
William G. Irwin. 

Mr. and Mrs. McKenzie Gordon entertained re- 
cently at a dinner at their home on Jackson 

Miss Hazel Palmanteer has issued invitations 
to a tea January 16 at her home in Oakland, com- 
plimentary to Miss Dorothy Boericke. 

Mr. and Mrs. Henry T. Scott entertained four- 
teen guests at a dinner at their home in Bur- 
lingame in honor of Mrs. Claus August Spreckels. 

Miss Milward Holden gave a tea Friday at her 
new home on Devisadero Street. 

Miss Edith Treanor entertained at a bridge-tea 
recently in honor of Miss Ysabel Brewer. 

Mr. and Mrs. C. W. Clark entertained at a 
musicale Sunday at their home in San Mateo. 

Mrs. Cuyler Lee gave a luncheon at the Bur- 
lingame Club in honor of several of the young 
people who have since returned to their Eastern 

Mr. and Mrs. George R. Shreve gave a dinner 
and theatre party in honor of their daughter, Miss 
Rebecca Shreve, who has since returned to her 
school in Santa Barbara. 

Mrs. W. S. Porter entertained a number of 
friends at a bridge-tea Wednesday at her home 
on California Street. 

The Misses May and Fannie Friedlander were 
hostesses Thursday at a dinner at their home on 
Pacific Avenue. 

Mrs. William Mayo Newhall gave a dinner and 
bridge party at her home Tuesday evening. 

Miss Harriett Alexander will he hostess this 
afternoon at a tea in honor of Miss Josephine 
Redding and Miss Ory Wooster. 

Mrs. Henry T. Scott has issued invitations to 
a bridge-tea Thursday afternoon, February 8, at 
the Hotel St. Francis. 

Mrs. Alexander Garceau will be hostess Tues- 
day at a luncheon and bridge party at her home 
on Jackson Street. 

Mr. and Mrs. Talbot Cyrus Walker were the 
guests of honor at a dinner given Friday evening 
by Mrs. Stetson-Winslow. The party later at- 
tended the Cinderella ball at Scottish Rite Hall. 

Miss Helen Bertheau was hostess at a dinner 
complimentary to Miss Marie Louise Foster and 
Miss Minna Van Bergen, who will be the guests 
of honor at a luncheon to be given next Tuesday 
by Mrs. Starr Keeler at the Town and Country 

Miss Louise Kellogg entertained a number of 
friends at a bridge-tea Wednesday in honor of the 
Misses Gladys and Linda Buchanan and Miss Dor- 
othy Johnson. 

Mr. George H. Howard, Jr., was host Saturday 
evening at a dinner in honor of Miss Myra Josse- 
lyn and Mr. William Duncan. 

The Messrs. Gordon and Raymond Armsby gave 
a dinner and theatre party Thursday evening in 
honor of their sister, Miss Cornelia Armsby. 

Miss Metha McMahon was hostess at a bridge- 
tea yesterday at her home on Washington Street. 

Mr. Millen Griffith gave a dinner Wednesday 
evening in honor of Miss Myra Josselyn and Mr. 
William Duncan. The affair preceded the Gayety 
dance at the home on California Street of Miss 
Dora Winn. 

Mr. and Mrs. Augustus Taylor gave a theatre 
and supper party last Saturday evening. 

Mrs. Harriet Peterson Miller entertained at a 
theatre party in honor of her niece, Miss Kate 

Miss Kate Peterson was hostess at a bridge-tea 
in honor of Miss Edith Page Smith. 

The Misses Marguerite and Evelyn Barron en- 
tertained a large number of young people at a 
dance Monday evening. 

The Misses Laura and Mildred Baldwin have 
issued invitations to a tea January 23 compli- 
mentary to Miss Dorothy Boericke. 

Miss Innes Keeney was hostess at a dinner 
last evening and with her guests attended the Cin- 
derella ball. 

Mr. and Mrs. George Whittcll will entertain at 
a ball at the Fairmont Hotel February 2 in honor 
of the Misses Evelyn and Genevieve Cunningham. 

Movements and Whereabouts. 
Annexed will be found a resume of move- 
ments to and from this city and Coast and 
the whereabouts of absent Californians: 

Mr. and Mrs. William H. Crocker. Miss Helen, 
and Master Ch _ les Crocker have been spending 
the past week in Santa Barbara. 

Mr^ Sidney Ashe of Turlock is in town for a 
il weeks. 

Denman has returned from a visit 

s. Guy Barham have returned to 

their home in Los Angeles after a visit with Mr. 
and Mrs. William Randolph Hearst. 

Miss Jennie Hooker has recently been the guest 
of Mrs. James A Robinson and Miss Elena Rob- 
inson at their home in Woodside. 

Mr. and Mrs. Drummond McGavin, who are 
at present residing in Los Angeles, will leave in 
April for Norway, where they will remain two 

Mrs. John Brice and her daughter, Miss Eliza- 
beth, are contemplating returning to Germany, 
where Miss Brice has been studying art during 
the past year. 

Mr. and Mrs. Christian Miller and their little 
daughter have returned to their home in Ross 
after a visit in town with Mr. and Mrs. C. O. G. 

Mrs. Genevieve Walker and her daughter, Miss 
Eleanor Walker, left Sunday for their home in 
Baltimore after a visit with Mr. and Mrs. William 

Mr. and Mrs. John Ferris (formerly Miss Emma 
Spreckels) sailed Thursday from England and 
will come to this city for a visit of several 

Mr. and Mrs. Alpheus Williams are en route 
from South Africa to San Francisco. Mr. Wil- 
liams is a nephew of Mrs. T. C. Van Ness and 
Mrs. E. B. Clement. 

Mr. and Mrs. Charles Hopkins of Santa Bar- 
bara are in town for an indefinite stay. 

Mr. and Mrs. Willard Wayman of Ross are 
occupying apartments at the Fairmont Hotel. 

Mrs. John A. Darling has returned to England, 
where she has leased a country home for the 

Judge W. W. Morrow and Mrs, Morrow have 
returned from Washington, D. C. 

Mrs. George E. Bates and Mrs. M. C. Porter 
left Monday for the East and South America. 

Mr. and Mrs. Perry Eyre and their daughter, 
Miss Elena Eyre, of Menlo, are established at the 
Bellevue Hotel. 

The Messrs. Arthur and Reginald Paget have 
returned to their ranch in Inyo County. 

Mr. and Mrs. George Garritt left Sunday even- 
ing for a brief visit to Los Angeles. 

Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Knight spent the week- 
end in Burhngame. 

Mrs. Robert Louis Stevenson of Santa Barbara 
has been spending the past fortnight at the Hotel 

Mr. and Mrs. Frank B. Anderson are estab- 
lished at the Fairmont Hotel. 

Miss Esther Denny has returned from Stockton, 
where she was the guest of Miss Anna Peters. 

Mrs. Albert Reese, wife of Lieutenant Reese, 
U. S. N., has returned from Honolulu and is the 
guest of her brother-in-law and sister, Mr. and 
Mrs. B. F. Schlessinger. 

Captain Robert H. Fletcher, U. S. A., and Mrs. 
Fletcher have returned from the Presidio, Mon- 
terey, where they were the guests of Lieutenant- 
Colonel Wright, U. S. A., and Mrs. Wright. 

Miss Anne Martin has returned from a three 
years' visit to England and is spending the winter 
with her mother, Mrs. W. O. H. Martin, at her 
home in Reno, Nevada. 

Mr. and Mrs. J. O'B. Gunn are established at 
the Hotel Stewart. 

Miss Laura Benet of Benicia, who went East re- 
cently, is the guest of Mrs. Charles Conway 
Hartigan. (formerly Miss Margaret Thompson) at 
her home in Annapolis. 

The Misses Marie and Elena Brewer are ex- 
pected next week from Los Angeles, where they 
have been spending the past three months. They 
will join their sister, Miss Ysabel Brewer, who is 
the guest of friends in this city. 

Mr. Fay Boericke will come from Chicago to 
attend the wedding of his sister, Miss Dorothy 
Boericke, and Mr. Metcalfe Symmes, which will 
take place the first week in February. 

Mrs. Lawrence Fuller has returned from Phila- 
delphia and with Mr. Fuller is established at the 
Fairmont Hotel. 

Mr. and Mrs. William Randolph Hearst and 
their three little sons left Thursday for the East. 

Mr. and Mrs. Albert Bates (formerly Miss 
Katherine Devol) have gone to Panama for a 
three months' visit. They will be the guests of 
Colonel Devol, U. S. A., and Mrs. Devol. 

Colonel C. J. Bailey, U. S. A., Mrs. Bailey, and 
their daughters have returned to their home on 
Puget Sound after having spent two months with 
Mrs. Henry L. Dodge. 

Colonel Frederick von Scbrader, U. S. A., and 
Mrs. von Schrader have recently moved from the 
Presidio to an apartment on Presidio Avenue. 

Lieutenant Fitzhugh Lee Minnegerode, U. S. 
A., and his bride are established at the Presidio, 

Mrs. W. R. Smedberg, wife of Captain W. R. 
Smedberg, Jr., arrived Sunday from the Philippines 
and was the guest of Mrs. W. R. Smedberg, Sr., 
and Miss Cora Smedberg until Tuesday, when she 
left for Boston to visit her mother, Mrs. Chaffin. 
She was accompanied by her two little sons. 

The Messrs. Raphael Weill and Frank Unger, 
and Dr. Frank Ainsworth, will leave in March 
for a tour of the world. 

Mr. Vincent Whitney has returned from a 
brief visit in Rocklin. 

Mrs. Willis Polk and her son, Mr. Austin 
Moore, left Sunday for the East. Mr. Moore will 
spend the next six months in Cambridge preparing 
for Harvard College. They were accompanied by 
Mr. George H. Howard, Jr., and Mr. Earl Miller, 
who returned to college after having spent the 
holidays with their relatives. 

Mr. and Mrs. Joseph D. Redding and Miss 
Josephine Redding spent the week-end in Wood- 
side with Mr. and Mrs. Charles Josselyn. 

Dr. George Franklin Sbiels and Mrs. Shiels 
have arrived from New York and will spend sev- 
eral weeks in this city. 

Mr. and Mrs. Morris Mitau, Master Martin and 
Miss Sachs, are now en route for Europe to 
be absent for one year. They will visit Egypt this 

The Grazi Paris Grand Opera Company be- 
gan its season in Los Angeles Tuesday night, 
and, profiting by its experience in San Fran- 
cisco, opened in "Herodiade." During the 
week it has given "Lakme," "Louise," and 
"Lucia," evidently distrusting the more mag- 
nificent but less easily appreciated "Les 


For Sappho. 
One noon I sat and sang to you 
(Over our heads the roses blew). 
I touched as in wild dream my lyre, 
The music I drew forth was fire, 
And fire the words that sought my tongue* — 
Ah! I was your lover and mad and young. 

You leaned on the marble and looked at me 
(Over our heads the roses blew), 
My song was the lure and beauty of you — 

Like flame beneath thin ivory! 

But ever your burning eyes would scan 

The sea for the Lesbian ferryman. 

— IVHton Agnew Barrett, in Forum. 

Once, long ago, a little one of mine 

Would take my hand and look into my face, 
As if she magically might divine 

My tempted heart, my imminent disgrace; 

And by that hand-clasp and that wistful look 
Would lead me safe into the better way, 

Her faith so perfect that I could not brook 
The thought of aught to waken her dismay. 

That little one has vanished; o'er her head 

Blow summer blooms, and on her stone you read 

The simple story of the life she led, 
Joyous in semblance, innocent in deed. 

But even yet, across the dim of years — 

How many! — comes in the old pleading guise, 

To keep me clean from all that soils and sears, 
The Christ-like candor of those early eyes. 
— Richard Burton, in Harper's Magazine. 

Old Time, the Thiet 
Then should we ponder e'er we brand old Time a 
Though he may take the blossoms from the 
swaying vine, 
Not robbery is it, for he most richly gives 

In place of these the clustered globes of sun- 
kissed wine. 

And is he robber when he gleams from o'er a 
The glint and glimmer of the tresses bronze or 
When in their stead he places 'bove the fair sweet 
The gentle radiance of shining silver crown? 

Why is it that the mortal heart doth ever mourn 
When ruthless Time doth take of youth's un- 
meaning grace, 
When with a subtle touch no master may e'er 
The story of a life he traces on the face? 
— Cora Lapham Hazard, in New York Tribune. 

A Practical Poet. 

To sell a million copies of one's poems, 
even at a penny a copy, is so unusual an 
achievement that we are not surprised to find 
that Edwin Drew, "Britain's roving rhyme- 
ster," made use of original methods in accom- 
plishing it (says the New York Evening 
Post). He soon learned that the ordinary 
pay of the poet brought little return ; so, 
while still a youth, he conceived the idea of 
selling first and printing afterward. He began 
b} r showing his last piece to his friends, ask- 
ing them at the same time whether they 
would buy it if he had it printed. As they 
liked it, he gave "the great order" for two 
hundred copies, and resolved to canvass the 
district. He sold out the entire edition and 
ordered another, and this success encouraged 
him to pursue the same policy until he had 
"worked" virtually all the British Isles. Na- 
ture had been kind to him in giving him "a 
fair power in both departments" of writing 
and selling, and "I have had the assistance 
of 'the trade,' too," he writes in the London 
Tit-Bits, "for if a poem happened to take, 
then stationers and news agents would sell it, 
and if each shop sold a few, then some thou- 
sands of copies would be sold, and I have 
seen one of my pieces make a hole in 100,000. 
That meant good times. I have taken a city 
of over 300,000 people and pretty well done 
every house in it, so that in a few weeks I 
was quite a public character." 

— »»■ 

A Stranger in Chicago. 

Subjoined is an alleged communication, 
printed by Bert Leston Taylor in his column 
of wit and humor in the Chicago Tribune, It 
is doubtful that he received the note at all. 
Mr. Taylor writes such things out of his own 
head, and often is forgiven for doing it: 

Sir: Is the Press Club of Chicago a re- 
liable concern? The day before Christmas I 
sent over four pairs of pants to be pressed, 
and I don't seem to be able to get them back. 
All I can get out of these people is, "Send 
over the coats and vests to match." I am a 
stranger in town, and would appreciate your 
advice. Poeto Britchez. 

Vienna has heard the newest operetta by 
Franz Lehar. It is called "Eve," and "de- 
parts considerably from the Viennese style, 
and has skillful if not always original music 
for a sentimental book." 

Rose Stahl has remained six months in 
New York with her new play by Klein, 
"Maggie Pepper," and the piece seems likely 
to repeat the success of "The Chorus Lady." 

The all-star revival of "Pinafore" with 
De Wolf Hopper and Eugene Cowles in the 
cast still goes on merrily in New York. 


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"The Red Rose" has blossomed forth at 
the Columbia Theatre to the intense delight 
of theatre-goers and is to be reckoned as one 
of the real unadulterated successes of the 
season. The second and final week of the 
engagement will open with this Sunday night's 
performance, and there is every indication 
that immense audiences will continue to en- 
joy John C. Fisher's fine production. "The 
Red Rose" is being presented at the Columbia 
Theatre by an ideal musical-comedy organiza- 
tion headed by Zoe Barnett, the same Zoe 
Barnett whose popularity during musical- 
comedy seasons in this city has made her par- 
ticularly favored among players. Her per- 
formance in "The Red Rose" shows a won- 
derful advancement in her stage work and 
she must be reckoned aomng the cleverest of 
musical-comedy stars. Miss Barnett is sur- 
rounded by a large company, including many 
capable people. The chorus is a sprightly one 
and sings and dances to the delight of the big 
audiences. There is plenty of good comedy 
in "The Red Rose" and the music gems are 
more numerous than in any other opera seen 
here in two seasons past. There will be a 
matinee at special prices, ranging from 25c 
to $1-50. 

Miss Cecilia Loftus will begin the last week 
of her engagement at the Orpheum next Sun- 
day matinee. Her programme will be entirely 
changed, and among the famous people she 
will mimic will be Mrs. Patrick Campbell, 
Yvette Guilbert, Sarah Bernhardt, Marie 
Dressier, Hattie Williams, Ethel Barrymore, 
Mme. Nazimova, Alice Lloyd, Vesta Victoria, 
and Constance Drever. Miss Loftus will also 
give an imitation of Maud Allan in two of 
her classical dances, "Moments Musical" by 
Schubert and "The Dance of the Gnomes" 
from the Peer Gynt Suite. 

The new acts, of which there will be five, 
will be found fully up to the highest standard 
of vaudeville. Charley Grapewin, assisted by 
Anna Chance and a sterling company, will 
appear in a little play of which he is the 
author, entitled "The Awakening of Mr. 
Pipp." It is sharp, fast, and effective, and 
Mr. Grapewin presents in the role of the in- 
significant down-trodden Pipp, fallen from 
grace and asserting his rights, an exceedingly 
clever and amusing character sketch. Earle 
Reynolds and Nellie Donegan will introduce 
an elaborate novelty in their dancing and 
roller-skating act. They have had the dis- 
tinction of appearing before the king and 
queen at Buckingham Palace, London. They 
were also on the coronation programme at the 
London Palace Theatre. The Four Famous 
Vanis will accomplish astounding feats on a 
tight wire with ease and grace. Miss Ollie 
Vanis is conceded to be one of the most ex- 
pert wire performers in the world. Joe 
Schenck and Gus Van will appear in songs 
and piano playing. They are said to have 
good judgment in the selection of their songs 
and their act is described as pleasing. Oscar 
Loraine, the protean violinist, will be an at- 
traction for next week only. He is a wizard 
on his instrument and his act is novel as well 
as tuneful. 

Carson and Willard, the amusing Dutch 
comedians, and Will Roehm's Athletic Girls 
will conclude their engagement with next 
week's bill. 

The next attraction at the Columbia The- 
atre will be the greatest of all George M. 
Cohan's comedies, "Get Rich Quick Walling- 
ford," which will be played here by the same 
company that appeared in it for a solid year 
in Chicago. Millions of readers throughout 
the land are familiar with the character of J. 
Rufus Walling ford, the most plausible and 
ingenious rogue in modern fiction, who man- 
ages to keep within the letter of the law and 
is a mighty likable chap, but yet is a crook 
of the deepest dye. It is said to be one of 
the greatest of modern laugh-makers. 

Flo Irwin, sister of May Irwin, is one of 
the members of the cast coming here with 
the production of "Madame Sherry." Oscar 
Figman returns, as does also William Came- 
ron, and others. 

"Alma, Where Do You Live ?" has been 
booked for a single week's engagement at the 
Columbia Theatre. Joseph M. Weber, under 
whose management this music piece has won 
such remarkable success, has arranged for a 
tour, lasting many months, and will include 
almost every large city. 

The De Pachmann Concerts. 

The dates of the concerts by Vladimir de 
Pachmann, the Polish piano virtuoso, and the 
greatest Chopin player living, are two 
Sunday afternoons, January 28 and February 
4, and Tuesday night, January 30, at Scottish 
Rite Auditorium. 

In Oakland De Pachmann will play at Ye 
Liberty Playhouse on Thursday afternoon, 
February 1. 

This will be the positively farewell tour of 
this, the most unique and original of pianists. 

George Arliss has played Disraeli, in the 
play named for its chief character, one hun- 
dred and twenty-five times in New York and 
there is still no indication of waning interest. 

San Francisco Orchestra News. 

The San Francisco Orchestra, under the di- 
rection of that gifted composer and conductor, 
Henry Hadley, will give its first popular con- 
cert, specially arranged for the convenience 
of those unable to attend the usual Friday 
events, at the Cort Theatre this Sunday after- 
noon, January 14, at 2:30. Not only will the 
programme be of a popular nature, although 
every number is one of musical value in the 
highest degree, but the prices will also be 
quite special — in fact as low as in the large 
musical centres of Europe, where the govern- 
ment largely supports the symphony orches- 
tras. The Musical Association of San Fran- 
cisco wants to interest every one who loves 
music in the work of the home orchestra, 
and therefore has arranged a scale of prices 
that will permit all to enjoy the new organiza- 
tion, which is composed of sixty-five of our 
best musicians. 

The programme includes the overture to 
"Merry Wives of Windsor," a fine arrange- 
ment of melodies from Wagner's "Lohen- 
grin," the beautiful Peer Gynt Suite by Grieg, 
and Victor Herbert's brilliant "Irish Rhap- 

Seats are on sale at both Sherman, Clay & 
Co.'s and Kohler & Chase's, and the prices 
range from one dollar down to as little as 
fifteen cents. 

The Next Symphony Concert. 

Next Friday afternon, January 19, at the 
Cort Theatre, the third of the regular sym- 
phony concerts by the San Francisco Orches- 
tra will be given with the following splendid 
programme : "Unfinished Symphony," Schu- 
bert. "Symphonie Espagnole" for violin 
and orchestra, the soloist being Mr. Eduard 
Tak, the concertmaster of the orchestra, who 
was specially engaged by Mr. Hadley for this 
orchestra. Mr. Tak has been associated with 
the Pittsburgh, New York, and Thomas Sym- 
phony Orchestras. "Symphonic Waltzes," by 
F. Stock, the conductor of the Thomas Or- 
chestra, and Wagner's ever welcome "Ride of 
the Valkyries." 

Seats are on sale at both the music stores 
as usual. The next popular concert is sched- 
uled for Friday afternoon, January 26, and 
there will be another similar event in Oak- 
land on Thursday afternoon, January 25. 

At the fourth symphony concert De Pach- 
mann, the great pianist, will be the special 

Minetti String Quartet Concert. 

For the opening of its twentieth season the 
Minetti String Quartet announces a concert 
for Thursday evening, January 25, at Kohler 
& Chase Hall. The programme will include a 
Quartet in G major, by Mozart; Trio (for two 
violins and viola), by Taneiew (first time in 
San Francisco) ; Quartet, op. 18, by Bee- 

Giulio Minetti, the head of the Minetti 
String Quartet, has been in the front rank 
of San Francisco musicians for many years.. 
No one has done more to encourage and sus- 
tain an interest in chamber music than this 
gifted violinist, and his efforts have given 
pleasure to thousands. The other members 
of the quartet are Hans Kcenig, violin ; Julius 
Haug, viola ; Arthur Weiss, 'cello. There are 
no artists here who have won greater regard 
than these. 

It is a matter of congratulation with music 
lovers that the season promises unusual op- 
portunities, and among them there is no spe- 
cial event of more peculiar interest than this 
initial appearance of the Minetti Quartet. 
Mr. Minetti and his associates deserve the 
favor of the public, and their programme en- 
sures a musical feast that is offered but sel- 
dom. The date, January 25, should be noted 
and underscored, that it may not come and 
pass without remembrance. 


Second Beel Quartet Concert. 

The second concert of the Beel Quartet will 
be given at the Colonial Ballroom of the St. 
Francis Hotel on Sunday afternoon, January 
21, with the following splendid programme : 
Quintet for Strings and Clarinet, Mozart ; 
Sonata for piano and violin, Qesar Franck, 
played by Mrs. Marie Wilson Stoney and Sig- 
mund Beel ; Quartet, Op. 18, Beethoven. 

Seats are on sale at the usual box-offices 
maintained by the Greenbaum management, 
and also at the news stand of the St. Francis 

Not one large candy store, but four — which 
goes to show the popularity of Geo. Haas & 
Sons' candies. There is a store in the Phelan 
Building, one at Fillmore and Ellis, another 
at Van Ness and Sutter, and a fourth at 28 
Market Street, near the Ferry. 

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but compare this Cocoa with 
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Sold by all best grocers 

Tetrazzini to Return. 
Manager Greenbaum announces that he has 
arranged with W. H. Leahy for some special 
concerts in March by Tetrazzini, who has 
just created a furor at the Metropolitan Opera 
House in New York, this being her first en- 
gagement at that institution. The critics all 
agree that her voice has broadened wonder- 
fully and is more beautiful than ever. 

Occidental Kindergarten Association. 
At the annual meeting of the Occidental 
Kindergarten Association the following of- 
ficers were elected : President, Miss Florence 
Musto ; First Vice-President, Miss Rose Stein- 
hart ; Second Vice-President, Mrs. Andrew 
Armer ; Recording Secretary, Miss J. Paul- 
son ; Corresponding Secretary, Mrs. A. L. 
Stone ; Treasurer, Miss Lutie Goldstein. 

Mme. Sarah Bernhardt's superb revival in 
Paris of "Lucrece Borgia," one of the few 
plays that Victor Hugo wrote in prose, has 
aroused a great deal of animated discussion 
about romantic melodrama in general and 
about Victor Hugo in particular (says a cor- 
respondent of the New York Tribune). Mme. 
Sarah Bernhardt acts her part with marvelous 
ardor and youthful enthusiasm. She is justly 
applauded with frenzy by admiring audiences. 
She has mounted the play with consummate 
art, and her impersonation is magnificent. 
But without Mme. Sarah Bernhardt the play 
itself would fall to the low level of com- 
monplace melodrama. Goethe, dictating to 
Eckermann a criticism of Victor Hugo, said : 
"Hugo's characters are not beings of flesh and 
blood, but mere puppets that manoeuvre at his 
caprice, and to whom he imparts all the con- 
tortions and grimaces necessary to produce 
the effects that he has in mind." On the 
other hand, Theophile Gautier described "Lu- 
crece" as a "gigantic drama nearer to 
jEschylus than to Shakespeare." Sainte- 
Beuve, more reserved in his praise than 
Gautier, said that "Lucrece" was "a triumph." 
When the play was again brought out, in 1870, 
Barbey d'Aurevilly wrote : "This disinter- 
ment of 'Lucrece Borgia' makes one appre- 
ciate in comparison the immortality of Racine. 
There are five coffins in 'Lucrece Borgia.' 
There ought to be six of them — the sixth for 
the play." The verdict of the French critics 
today is a sort of compromise between the 
effervescence of Theophile Gautier and the 
cruel severity of Barbey d'Aurevilly, and pro- 
nounces the theatrical characters of Victor 
Hugo's finest prose play to be adroit, artificial 
literary creations, in distinction to the per- 
sonages of Shakespeare, Racine, and Moliere, 
which are essentially human. 

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EDITORIAL: Hope Springs Eternal — German and Other So- 
cialists — Concerning a Civic Centre — La Follette and 
Wisconsin — Mr. Tveitmoe at Fresno — China Marks Time 
— No Need for Surprise — The Symphony Orchestra — 
Ruef and the "Bulletin" — Editorial Notes 33-35 

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Constitution — Frank H. Short 36 

THE COSMOPOLITAN. By Sidney G. P. Coryn 36 

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Where Politics Was Excluded 3/ 

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Another "Vagabond Journey" in Southern Europe 40 

THE LATEST BOOKS: Critical Notes— Briefer Reviews- 
Gossip of Books and Authors — New Books Received 41-42 

DRAMA: Puccini's Italian-American Opera. By Josephine 

Hart Phelps. — An Orpheum Star. By George L. Shoals. 43 

VANITY FAIR: Women and Liberty, Equality, and Fra- 
ternity — Objectionable Current Dances — Their Origin and 
Characteristics — Troubles of Married Teachers — Queen 
Mary and the Koh-i-Noor — A Woman Who Was Skinned 
Alive — Chinese Hair Market Congested 44 

STORYETTES: Grave and Gay, Epigrammatic and Otherwise 45 


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abouts 46 

FOYER AND BOX-OFFICE CHAT: Next Week's Theatrical 

Attractions and Promises 46 


Talks of the Drama and the Work of Dramatists 47 

THE ALLEGED HUMORISTS: Paragraphs Ground Out by 

the Dismal Wits of the Day 48 

Hope Springs Eternal. 

We have a new reminder of an old maxim — Eternal 
vigilance is the price of liberty — in reports from Fresno, 
where Messrs. Tveitmoe and McCarthy are holding 
what they call a convention of the California Building 
Trades Council. In spite of the knockout suffered by 
McCarthy on the 26th of last September, it appears 
that he cherishes hopes of again occupying the mayor's 
chair of San Francisco and of again presenting the 
grab-bag of official and other forms of opportunity and 
favor to the rag-tag-and-bob-tail element which makes 
up his political following. Mr. Tveitmoe, an ex-convict 
and now under new charges of crime, under in- 
spiration from Mr. Job Harriman, late of the McNa- 
mara defense, likewise late Socialistic candidate for 
mayor of Los Angeles, appears to have devised the 
plan. There is to be a working combination between 
labor unionism and Socialism. These twin hopes of 
an ideal social state are to go hand in hand to victory 
under the banner of McCarthy and under the whips 
of Tveitmoe and Harriman. It is a pretty scheme. 
And it has the moral advantage of a noble aim. There 
are two flaws in it. One is that the unionists and the 

Socialists won't have it; the other is that the moral 
and social forces which overwhelmed McCarthy last 
September are still with us. 

German and Other Socialists. 

We need not wait for the reballots in Germany to 
recognize that the Socialists have won a great victory 
at the polls. They have recovered all the ground that 
they lost in the last election and more besides. They 
will have the balance of power in the new Reichstag. 

The emperor is naturally dismayed, and yet if he 
had the prescience that only life in the streets and 
among the masses can give he would have known that 
no other result was probable. His message to the 
people before the election is sufficient indication of that 
unawareness of facts common enough among rulers. 
He asked for a government majority, not that plans 
for peace and prosperity might be forwarded, not that 
constructive statesmanship might be encouraged to 
raise the level of happiness and comfort, but simply 
and solely that Germany might have more warships 
and more soldiers. Looking out over the vast field of 
German needs he could see nothing but ships, cannon, 
and soldiers. And now, looking back at the result, he 
deplores nothing but the apparent waning of warlike 
fervor. Is it' any wonder that Socialism should tri- 
umph in a country thus identified by its ruler with 
the destructive rather than the constructive forces of 
civilization ? 

And yet Socialism is not confined to Germany, nor 
even to those countries that have been driven by sup- 
pression and autocracy into political eccentricities. It 
is true that German Socialism is different from the So- 
cialism found elsewhere, in that it has a broader base, 
it is more hospitable to every kind of discontent, and 
it avoids all incitements to violence. If the German 
subject had the same political rights as the American 
citizen it is probable that the Socialist movement in 
Germany would sleep for a generation. There would 
seem to be nothing left to fight for. The German So- 
cialist is struggling not so much for something as 
against something, and that something is autocracy. 
He is far less concerned with specific economic theo- 
ries than with his rights to a political voice. Marx 
and Bebel appeal to him not as economists, but as 
apostles of human liberty, of self-government, and of 

It is therefore easy to understand the triumph of So- 
cialism in Germany, but it is not so easy to explain its 
progress elsewhere and in countries where democracy 
is already the rule. The man who pays taxes, who is 
forced to enter the army, but who is not allowed to 
vote either for taxes or for army, has a grievance that 
can not be gainsaid, and he can not be blamed for rec- 
tifying that grievance in any lawful way. But it is 
hard to understand how any democratic community, 
how any community in which every man has a vote, 
can complain of misgovernment except misgovernment 
by its own follies and passions. The universal vote is 
the last possible word in political liberty. There are no 
theories of freedom that can go further than this. 
Thenceforth governor and governed no longer exist 
apart, and there can be no abuses or oppressions except 
those that are self-devised and self-imposed. The dem- 
ocratic country that complains of misgovernment is 
avowing its own incompetence. It is inviting a des- 

And yet Socialism is advancing in America and 
everywhere else. We may blink the fact, we may call 
it a transitory vagary, but the fact remains. It is the 
most aggressive fact of modern times, and the most 
disquieting. Upon every hand we hear denunciations 
of our government that would be extravagant if applied 
to the government of Spain, denunciations based upon 
the amazing theory that the whole administrative ma- 
chinery is an oppressive one, invented and applied for 
the exploitation of the masses. Whether our govern- 
ment is bad or good is not tiie question. Bad or good 

the fact remains that we made it ourselves. It was not 
imposed upon us by some superior power, it does not 
come from an irresponsible caste or class. Every nut 
and every bolt in that machinery was fashioned and 
put in place by a community in which every man has 
a vote, in which every vote is of the same value; and 
every nut and every bolt could be thrown out by the 
same process. And yet a stranger might well suppose 
from a Socialist address that America is governed as 
Poland is governed by Russia, or China by the Man- 

If the government is so bad as the Socialist would 
have us believe it would be interesting to hear his 
remedy. Of mere economic theories we have had 
enough and to spare. They do not touch the question 
at all, which is this : If a system so hopelessly bad has 
been built up by a community enjoying the utmost pos- 
sible rights of self-government what guaranty have 
we of better days by asking that same self-governing 
community to drag up the old system by the roots and 
to build a new one? There can be no further exten- 
sion of political rights, since these can go no further 
than "one man, one vote," and "one vote, one value." 
Nor can we suppose that there has been any vast ex- 
tension of popular wisdom when we see how the vote 
is still neglected or misused. Then what basis have 
we for the supposition that we can turn foolish voters 
into wise ones by the mere substitution of one eco- 
nomic theory for another? In the last resort every 
democratic system depends upon the wise use of the 
individual vote. Almost any system will work well if 
the individual voter be wise. No system will work well 
if he be foolish. 

The reform of human nature is the last task that the 
reformer will ever willingly face, but actually there is 
nothing that can be reformed except human nature. 
AH other reforms are the results of this. The men 
who supported Schmitz in San Francisco and Tweed 
in New York would support the corresponding male- 
factors of a Socialist order, and under such an order 
the power of a Schmitz or a Tweed would be ten times 
greater than it is now. If the Socialists know of any 
way to dissuade the voter from applauding and sustain- 
ing a rogue instead of an honest man we should like to 
know what that way is. So long as there are faults 
in human nature there will be faults in human govern- 
ment. The only way to better things is to reform the 
faults in human nature — beginning with one's own. 

Concerning a Civic Centre. 

It appears to the Argonaut that there is a quite un- 
necessary anxiety in a good many quarters for a "civic 
centre." It seems also to the Argonaut that the colos- 
sal scheme projected, if it shallbe carried out, will tend 
rather to retard than to promote a wholesome and 
orderly growth of the city. We have observed that un- 
der the conditions of modern life public structures — 
school buildings, auditoriums, churches, and the like — 
tend rather to blight the immediate locality in which 
they are placed than to promote its prosperity. If he 
can help it, no man of business establishes himself 
alongside a great public structure. And we suspect, 
business and traffic with all that combines to make up 
the hustle, the bustle, and the "go" of a modern city 
will rather avoid than gather around the projected civic 
centre. We fear that if San Francisco at a great out- 
lay of money, which by the way we haven't got with- 
out more borrowing, shall create a civic centre near the 
old city hall site or anywhere else, with noble struc- 
tures, parks, fountains, and all the rest of the fine 
things architects and artists tell us about, it will tend 
to confine and cramp development, rather than pro- 
mote a widespread utility and beauty. It will be ex- 
ceedingly difficult for business, now so rapidly moving 
up Market Street, to get past four or five "dead blocks" 
— however beautiful from an architectural standpoint — 
and when it does get by, we are likely to have two 
separated business districts rather than a concentrated 


January 20, 1912. 

one. To pat it briefly, we fear that an elaborate 
"civic centre" in the heart of the town will destroy 
the symmetry of something far more important to a 
commercial city, namely, its business centre. Every- 
where in the country it is noticeable that the activities 
of business laugh at the calculations of architects and 
artists. It is notably so at Washington, which is not 
a commercial city, likewise notably so at New York 
and Chicago, which are commercial cities. Business 
seeks rather to get away from civic centres than to 
cluster about them. And this being so, we believe it 
will be a practical mistake to plant a clutter of public 
buildings and parks directly in the line which business 
is now pursuing in San Francisco. 

We commend to San Francisco the plan now being 
followed in New York. The old city hall has been 
torn down at last — or is in the way of it — and there is 
to be put up in its place a building of considerable 
height — with floors enough to answer the business ne- 
cessities of the municipality. Why not do the same 
here? The city hall site is ample, and a building of 
five or six or seven stories would afford sufficient house 
room for generations to come. The situation is con- 
venient, and the construction may easily be made beau- 
tiful. Concentration of municipal offices in a single 
ample building will be infinitely better from a business 
point of view than a series of detached and scattered 
offices separated by parks, etc. 

San Francisco has done much since our great smash- 
up of six years ago, and she has still much more to do. 
We have had to go heavily into debt for the things 
already achieved and we shall have to go further into 
debt for a city hall. Is it prudent or reasonable under 
all the conditions now to pay six millions of dollars, 
more or less, for land and then to pay untold millions 
for detached city buildings and for surrounding parks 
when every practical consideration may be answered by 
a single building on the site we already own ? In the 
judgment of the Argonaut it would be inexpedient even 
if a vast and showy civic centre were an assured ad- 
vantage. And when we reflect upon the considerations 
above set forth, that the project is one of doubtful ad- 
vantage, it seems unwise to the point of folly. 

The future of San Francisco will not rest upon the 
sort of "civic centre" she may have. It will rest upon 
her commercial development, and upon the character of 
her people. We are not able to see that either the one 
or the other is likely to draw effective inspiration from 
a mere architectural picture, however beautifully de- 
signed or developed. 

La Follette and 'Wisconsin. 

Senator La Follette of Wisconsin, regarded from the 
personal and political standpoint, presents an interest- 
ing picture of individual success. After being edu- 
cated at the public cost in the University of Wisconsin, 
he studied law and was admitted to the bar in 1880. 
In the same year his political activity began, and he 
succeeded in getting himself elected as a red-hot re- 
former to the district attorneyship of Dane County, 
which office he held for four years. In 1885, still in the 
character of a reformer, he got himself elected to Con- 
gress, serving till 1891. In the meantime he built up 
a political machine by means of which he got himself 
elected governor of Wisconsin in 1901, again in 
1903, still again in 1905. Being elected by his own 
political machine to the Senate in 1905, he resigned 
the governorship. He has been in the Senate ever 

It is to be noted that Mr. La Follette has made a dis- 
tinct personal success of political life. He has. now 
for thirty-two years held one fine office after another. 
Incidentally he has done some good work undoubtedly, 
albeit as Governor Osborn recently remarked that while 
leading the fight in Wisconsin against railroad domina- 
tion he has never said anything against an equally 
notable brewery domination. There are those who pre- 
fer railroad domination to brewery domination, but as 
Governor Osborn declares, "It was good politics to 
fight the railroads, but it wouldn't have gotten Senator 
La Follette anywhere to fight the brewery-owned sa- 
loons." The senator, it appears, while always a 
reformer, has never taken up any cause excepting an 
essentially popular one. Incidentally, the senator has 
always contrived that his activities should redound to 
his own advantage. 

But while Senator La Follette's political activities 

have steadi;/ operated to his own advantage, what have 

they done for Wisconsin? The man himself has 

gaini"! distinction and a continuing good salary. But 

: the people of Wisconsin got out of it all? 

From 1900 to 1910 Wisconsin's percentage of growth 
in population decreased from 22.2 per cent to 12.7 per 
cent. During the same decade the percentage of 
growth in the neighboring state of Michigan increased 
over the previous decade from 15.6 per cent to 16.1 
per cent. In other words, Wisconsin, under the con- 
tinued agitations inspired and promoted by La Follette 
to his own continuing advantage, has fallen distinctly 
behind her sister state, which has had a less troubled 
political history. And it is not in evidence today that 
Wisconsin is ahead of Michigan at the point of polit- 
ical morality or any other. 

All of which is important only in that it affords in- 
teresting suggestions of the tendencies of political agi- 
tation. Such an agitation may now and again carry 
forward the political fortunes of an active and am- 
bitious leader, but they rarely or never result in advan- 
tage to a state. 

Mr. Tveitmoe at Fresno. 
Mr. Tveitmoe and Mr. McCarthy evidently believe 
that union labor has learned nothing from its painful 
experience with the McNamaras, that it is just as cred- 
ulous as ever, and just as willing to part with its 
wages for the supposed defense of indicted men. Mr. 
Tveitmoe and Mr. McCarthy ought to know their au- 
dience. Probably they do. And yet it might be 
thought that there is a limit to the gullibility even of 
the building trades unions now assembled at Fresno 
and so warmly welcomed to that progressive strong- 
hold by Mayor Rowell himself. 

It may be remembered that Mr. Tveitmoe is under 
indictment by a federal grand jury for complicity in 
dynamite outrages. That is to say, he is in exactly 
die same position as were the McNamaras before their 
confession. But he evidently intends to play the same 
part that they played and to adopt the role of persecu- 
tion and martyrdom that they were forced to resign. 
The same pleas, the same defiance, the same pretenses, 
were displayed in the speech at Fresno that took three 
hours to deliver, and once more we are asked to believe 
in a vast conspiracy against labor with Mr. Tveitmoe 
instead of the McNamaras in the central position and 
fitting the appropriate halo to his head. He even had 
the effrontery to describe the McNamara trial itself as 
an attack upon organized labor, and this in spite of the 
fact that the prisoners confessed their crimes and that 
the truth of their confession is unchallenged. Now 
Mr. Tveitmoe ought to know whereof he speaks. 
Doubtless he does, and also of a good many other things 
of which he does not speak. He is nearly at the top 
of the labor-union tree in San Francisco, but it 
would be interesting to know what labor union in 
general has to say to such a statement as this — that the 
conviction of two self-confessed dynamiters is an attack 
upon itself. But then, once more, Mr. Tveitmoe ought 
to know what he is talking about. Probably he does. 
But at least he is indiscreet. 

And so we may suppose that the assessments are to 
begin once more, this time for the defense of Mr. Tveit- 
moe and his associates. It seems that the McNamara 
fund was exhausted — curiously enough — contempo- 
raneously with the collapse of the defense. The secre- 
tary of the fund says that the total amount received 
was $190,000. Mr. Darrow admits that he received 
just this amount, and we may assume that he will re- 
turn none of it. So Mr. Tveitmoe must begin all over 
again with more contributions, more assessments, more 
squeezing of the ever compliant sponge. But perhaps 
a careful inquiry might show some little remnant from 
the McNamara fund in spite of Mr. Darrow's gorgeous 
remuneration for his unselfish and humanitarian work 
for "the cause." Some dissatisfied labor unionists are 
pointing out that there are over forty thousand union 
members in California alone and that they contributed 
upon an average at least $5 each. This would amount 
to $200,000, and we know that the financial drum was 
beaten loudly in every state in the Union and also in 
Canada. Mr. Tveitmoe should make inquiry into this. 
He might find some crumbs that fell from the rich 
man's table and that would be useful for his own de- 

There is some mystery about this McNamara defense 
fund, and there are some unionists, and among them 
Mr. Breslin, the president of the defense league, who 
are anxious to unravel it. Mr. Gompers asked for 
$500,000, and there is every reason to believe that it 
was subscribed. Evidently Mr. Darrow did not get it 
all, strange to say. Even if we allow a substantial 
sum for the bribery of jurors there is still a lot of 
monev unaccounted for and Mr. Tveitmoe ought to 

have his "whack" at it. It is said openly in Los An- 
geles that the Harriman campaign was financed from 
the McNamara defense fund. The Socialists certainly 
spent a lot of money, and it can hardly have been their 
own, for they have none or they would not be So- 
cialists. Perhaps the spending of this money is hardly 
a matter for public inquiry, but it may be proper to 
suggest to Mr. Tveitmoe that he inquire into the exist- 
ence of a possible — but highly improbable — credit bal- 
ance before wringing reluctant dimes and quarters from 
the pockets of wage-earners who no longer feel it in- 
cumbent upon them to put vast sums into the pockets 
of Mr. Darrow or small sums into the pockets of 

China Marks Time. 

The situation in China is nearly the same as it was 
a month ago. The armistice has been extended for 
two weeks in order that the Manchu court may decide 
either to resign or to continue fighting. If it resigns, 
or if it is forcibly expelled, a national convention will 
be held to determine the future form that the govern- 
ment of China will take, republican or otherwise. Dr. 
Sun Yet Sen, who calls himself provisional president, 
refuses to permit any such discussion until the Man- 
chus are out of the way and the field empty. In other 
words Dr. Sun Yat Sen is the dictator of the country, 
and so far is opposed only by the demoralized Manchus 
acting nominally under the orders of the infant em- 
peror, but actually under those of the premier, Yuan 
Shi Kai. 

It may almost be taken for granted that the Manchus 
will go, willingly or at the point of the bayonet, and that 
the national convention will be held. The convention 
will be made up of the provincial governors, themselves 
unelected to that or any other position, and as much 
autocrats in their smaller way as the emperors have 
been in their larger way. If this wholly undemocratic 
convention shall decide upon a republic it will appoint 
the president, who will then assume control subject to 
such checks as the convention may impose. But prac- 
tically speaking he will be a dictator. China is not 
likely to go further in the direction of popular govern- 
ment than the Japanese have done, and the Japanese 
constitution leaves the emperor an entirely despotic 
power. His authority is greater than that of the Rus- 
sian Czar. 

China might get along passably well under such a 
republic if she had a man of supreme genius to control 
it, such a man who comes into the world once or 
twice in a century, such as Lincoln or Napoleon. There 
may be such a man, but he is not visible, and none but 
such a man can govern four hundred millions of people 
who have never even heard of self-government and 
who are accustomed to look upon an autocratic emperor 
as a manifestation of God. Unfortunately patriotism 
alone is not enough for such a task. Dr. Sun Yat 
Sen is certainly a patriot, but his abilities tend rather 
toward subterranean plotting than the broad ideals of 
constructive statesmanship. He has none of the "di- 
vine fire" of the great leaders of men. Perhaps he 
feels this himself, for he is reported as favoring the 
presidency of Yuan Shi Kai, who has ability, but also 
an unfortunate reputation for subtlety, selfishness, and 
ambition. In short there is nothing more in sight than 
a change of dictators, and this might be a good change 
if only the right dictator is found who will be strong 
enough to resist rival jealousies, to reconcile the people 
to the religious shock of change and to the continuance 
of the tax gatherer, and to hold the foreigner in awe. 
These are large requirements, and so far there is no 
one evidently able to fill them. But unless they are 
filled there will be chaos in China. 

No Need for Surprise. 
When P. H. McCarthy sat himself down in the 
mayor's chair he announced with a resounding thump 
on the table that he considered the Building Trades 
Council of San Francisco his first responsibility and his 
paramount duty. Other things — including the business 
of the mayoralty — must under this declaration become 
secondary and subordinate. When McCarthy "reached 
out" for the police department, he placed at the head 
of the commission a man whose first interest was the 
keeping of a saloon and sporting men's resort at the 
junction of Kearny and Market Streets. In the philos- 
ophv of this fine gentleman the interests of the police 
department were merely secondary and contingent as 
related to the saloon and the gambling business. When 
Mr. McCarthy reorganized the board of public works 
he put its presidency in the hands of a man whose 

January 20, 1912. 



chief distinction had been won in the congenial pursuit 
of knock-down and drag-out labor-union politics. The 
board of works was a point of vantage for such a man, 
but his first instinct was not the promotion of munici- 
pal interests. When Mr. McCarthy undertook construc- 
tion of the Geary Street railroad, he did it after a plan 
whose chief and foremost motive was the advance- 
ment of labor-union politics with a particular eye to 
the fortunes of P. H. McCarthy. In every department 
and phase of our municipal affairs there was put a man 
who held in his mind's eye as over and above every 
other interest and consideration, not the welfare of the 
municipality, but some private, personal, or political 
interest. Every official was thinking more of some- 
thing else than of his job. 

All this being so, is there reason for surprise that the 
city funds as well as the services which they are de- 
signed to promote are in bad shape? Did any man of 
common sense expect things under the McCarthy regime 
to be done diligently or honestly ? Who in reason could 
have looked for anything but inefficiency, extravagance, 
graft, and general demoralization under such an order 
of things ? 

We shall know pretty soon how matters stand with 
the several public funds; and we may just as well be 
prepared for big deficits all along the line. Undoubtedly 
the several fixed departments are honeycombed with ex- 
travagance and rotten with graft. Assuredly the school 
fund so generously provided will not build the schools as 
planned. Assuredly the Geary Street fund will not 
complete the road. Assuredly every regular and spe- 
cial fund in our municipal system will be found de- 
pleted, shamelessly reduced by incompetence and dis- 

We trust that the new administration will not seek 
to minimize the conditions. Let them be declared with- 
out reserve, to the end that San Francisco may have a 
lesson — even another lesson — in the cost of class gov- 
ernment, especially when placed in the hands of in- 
capacity, irresponsibility, and unblushing rascality. 

It goes without saying that the cost in mere money 
of the taxpayers is only a minor item in the account. 
Far more serious forms of cost may be traced in com- 
munity discredit, in retarded enterprise, and in the ten 
thousand restrictions with which McCarthyism has 
clogged the wheels of progress. 

The Symphony Orchestra. 

It has long been the ambition of the music-loving ele- 
ment in San Francisco — an element, we are pleased to 
believe, relatively larger here than elsewhere — to main- 
tain a permanent local orchestra for the interpretation 
of music in its higher phases. It has been attempted 
at various times, but always until just now upon an 
insufficient financial basis. In the San Francisco Sym- 
phony Orchestra, established under a guaranty believed 
to be sufficient to sustain it for a period of five years, 
we have now an enterprise, or perhaps we would better 
say a movement, of the highest hopefulness. It is not, 
indeed, an orchestra of players devoting all their time 
and energy to its service — that would be possible only 
upon a very large financial foundation — but it is a body 
of competent men inspired by real enthusiasm for 
musical art. With few exceptions, the orchestra is 
made up of musicians who have proved their title to 
be regarded as artists even in their rendering of the 
works of the great masters. It is within the vision 
of those back of the present movement to duplicate 
here the musical achievements in Boston and New 
York; but for the present they must be content with 
such an orchestra as San Francisco can support, 
patient to wait, to work, and to hope for higher de- 
velopment in process of time. 

The promoters of the San Francisco Symphony Or- 
chestra believe themselves fortunate in the choice of 
Mr. Hadley, who came with high recommendations and 
whose work has already demonstrated his zeal and ca- 
pacity. Mr. Hadley is one of the few musical artists 
who may truly be said to be an American, for while 
his training has been in the broader musical world, he 
is an American by birth, spirit, and sympathy. His 
symphonic compositions have been played by the Bos- 
ton Orchestra in this country, by the Woods Orchestra 
in England, by the great orchestras of the Continent, 
and have won commendation alike from musicians and 
critics. His career as a conductor has been brief, but 
judging by the results he has achieved here with an 
orchestra made up of men for a long time unaccustomed 
to symphonic works and who have been playing to- 
gether for less than two months, it is full of promise. 
If Mr. Hadley's continuing work as a leader shall sus- 

tain hopes which have been formed upon its beginning, 
San Francisco will enjoy the distinction of having the 
first American conductor. 

Nothing goes anywhere without popular support. 
Endowments may bring musicians together, drill them, 
exploit them. But there are limits to the power of 
endowment, however generous. It is only through the 
appreciation and support of the great public that real 
success may be attained. It is therefore gratifying to 
note that the orchestra seems already to have obtained 
a strong grasp upon popular favor. The theatre in 
which the concerts have been held has been filled to 
overflowing at each performance by a sympathetic and 
attentive audience. No similar movement ever inaugu- 
rated here has met with such a generous measure of 
support. Symphonies by Tschaikowsky and Beethoven 
have already been performed, and other classical works 
are promised for the future, when the orchestra shall 
have acquired the ease and precision which come only 
with practice. Besides these, popular concerts have 
been given with programmes appealing to less classic 
taste and even to children. 

The inspirations back of this new musical movement 
are not only artistic, but moral. The Symphony Or- 
chestra has found financial backing upon the theory 
that it will contribute to the higher civilization of the 
community. It has more behind it, too, than mere 
money, for it has the enthusiastic support of those who 
are interested in making life in San Francisco happier 
and who are glad to contribute not only money but 
time and personal effort to that end. 

Ruef and the "Bulletin." 
Noting the protest of the Argonaut against a move- 
ment to release Abraham Ruef from San Quentin 
through the grace of executive clemency, the Bul- 
letin says that "the Argonaut's editor has declared, 
shouted, and shrieked a thousand times that Patrick 
Calhoun who was, and is, the president and responsible 
head of the United Railroads, never paid a cent of bribe 
money for the overhead franchise.''' This is a fair 
sample of the Bulletin's method in dealing with ques- 
tions of fact. Now neither the Argonaut nor its editor 
ever at any time "declared," "shouted," or "shrieked" 
that Patrick Calhoun or any other man charged with 
bribery was innocent. What the Argonaut and its 
editor did was to ask for Patrick Calhoun and 
every other man charged with crime a full, fair, regular 
trial under the laws. No man can find in the files of 
the Argonaut — and they are open to anybody who may 
care to examine them — any claim of innocence for 
Patrick Calhoun in connection with the graft procedure 
or a demand that anybody under accusation be per- 
mitted to evade full legal inquiry and full legal penalty 
if found guilty. The concern of the Argonaut in the 
whole graft business was not for immunity for indi- 
viduals, but for integrity of the law. Again and again 
the Argonaut declared its belief that crimes had been 
committed. Again and again it pleaded for their thor- 
ough and legal investigation, without respect to the 

The Argonaut did condemn the graft prosecutors, 
not because they prosecuted graft, but because they 
conspired with, trafficked with, pardoned, and condoned 
graft — even to the extent of making, behind repeated 
and melodramatic denials of the fact, a secret contract 
of immunity with Abraham Ruef himself. It further 
condemned them because they corrupted the prosecuting 
office and made it serve the cause of private interest 
and personal malice. It still further condemned the 
prosecutors because, setting themselves above the 
law and in contempt of it, they proceeded by extra- 
legal and destructive methods under the mask of 
moral pretensions to commit crimes as shameful, or 
even more shameful, than those charged against Patrick 
Calhoun and others. 

Again, the Bulletin declares that "Holman held Ruef 
guiltless of bribery in the trolley case" ; and it uses 
this lie to bolster up a ' charge of moral incon- 
sistency because the Argonaut now — Ruef being se- 
curely in San Quentin — objects to his release. "Why," 
it asks, "this change of front?" The answer is 
that there has been no change of front. Never, directly, 
by implication, or by inference, did the Argonaut hold 
Ruef guiltless — or hold anybody else guiltless. What it 
did demand was a fair trial for Ruef, which, let it be 
remarked, he never had. For his first "conviction" 
was under a secret bargain with the so-called prose- 
cutors, and his second conviction was a travesty 
upon the law and its guaranties. Guilty Ruef was and 
is beyond a moral doubt; but if there is a man in Cali- 

fornia with any knowledge of the law and the cir- 
cumstances who believes that he had a fair trial we 
have not been able to find him. Ruef, in stripes at San 
Quentin, suffers no wrong, for he deserves all that 
has come to him. But society suffered a grievous 
wrong through the procedure by which he was put 
there; and release of Ruef now, under the circum- 
stances in which it is asked, would not undo that wrong, 
but, on the other hand, would emphasize and aggra- 
vate it. 

If the movement now — supposing the thing were pos- 
sible — were not to release Ruef and make a hero of him, 
but to put him back into the prisoner's dock and to give 
him a fair and legal trial, the Argonaut would support 
it. It is no friend of Ruef; it believes no punishment 
too severe for him. But it knows that instead of being 
tried under the law he was "railroaded" to an arbitrary 
conviction in defiance both of the spirit and the letter 
of the law. And incidentally it remembers that while 
this shameless business was in progress, in open dis- 
regard and contempt of every legal principle and pre- 
cept, the Bulletin was shouting and yowling for it. 

Editorial Notes. 
Mr. La Follette says that "we progressives" are in 
favor of applying the recall to the judges. It would be 
interesting to know just whom Mr. La Follette would 
admit to the sacred circle of progressivism. If the re- 
call of the judges is to be made the test it is to be 
feared that the circle would be a very narrow one and 
that a good many politicians who believe themselves 
to be progressive would find themselves in outer dark- 
ness. As a matter of fact the recall of the judges has 
practically no defenders outside of a few Western 
states who have a partiality for boss rule and an abid- 
ing inclination to let the reform bosses think for them. 
Friends of conservative government could wish for 
nothing better than that Mr. Taft's opponent, whoever 
he may be, should avow himself to be in favor of the 
recall of judges. The conflict would be decided upon 
the spot, for the great mass of the country has no inten- 
tion to abolish the one supreme safeguard against 
tyranny that is furnished by an independent judiciary. 
The real progressive opinion of the nation is in favor 
of placing the judges still further away from the rule 
of the mob. 

At last the shameless aggressiveness of the demand 
for more pensions has aroused a protest on the part of 
a group of men who have the best reasons for pre- 
serving the self-respect of the still great veteran army. 
Last week Senator Lodge of Massachusetts received a 
petition signed by many Massachusetts veterans of the 
Civil War, including such men as Major Henry L. 
Higginson, Colonel N. P. Hallowell, and General 
Hazard Stevens, protesting against the passage of the 
Sherwood pension bill. The petitions says in part : 
"We think no additional pensions should be established 
except for honorably discharged soldiers who are dis- 
abled and in absolute need. * * * N soldier enlisted 
under any promise by the government, express or im- 
plied, that the pension, such as is now proposed, should 
be granted at any time. As a gratuity or burden it 
should not be imposed on the country." 

The initial proceedings of the new city administra- 
tion show clearly enough that a number of McCarthy 
officials were in illegal occupancy of their positions, 
that others were in receipt of illegal salaries, and that, 
generally speaking, there was a "cynical contempt" for 
the law in the matter of appointments and remunera- 
tions. There is, of course, nothing new in this. Every 
one was aware of the illegality, which was impudent 
and arrogant. But now we should like to know what 
is going to be done about it. It is supposed to be an 
axiom of civilization that every illegal act has its 
attendant penalty, and we usually measure a civilization 
by the certainty and speed of the penalty. To content 
ourselves with asking these officials to withdraw is not 
enough. In fact it is ludicrous and humiliating. 
Whether the illegality was in the appointment or in 
the acceptance of the appointment remains to be seen. 
Probably both were illegal, together with the passing 
of the salary lists by the auditor and the general official 
acquiescence. But whoever has broken the law ought 
to be punished for it, and smartly punished. Other- 
wise these illegal appointments will soon have all the 
sanctity of precedent. 

Southern California has a Japanese population of 
more than 20,000, and Los Angeles is to have a Jap- 
anese vice-consulate. 


January 20, 1912. 


The Constitutionality of the Constitution. 

Fresxo, January 15, 1912. 
Editob Argonaut : In a recent article in the Oulhok 
Colonel Roosevelt has presented to the American people a 
subject that is to him a very serious matter, namely, of the 
courts holding certain legislative acts unconstitutional- 
Colonel Roosevelt sees great danger to the republic in the 
rulings of the courts that hold unconstitutional certain legis- 
lation extremely popular with Colonel Roosevelt and others. 

The remedy that Colonel Roosevelt suggests can be stated 
in the following language: "When a court overturns a public 
statute," says Mr. Roosevelt, "an appeal should be made to 
the people. If their vote sustains the view of the court, 
the statute remains void and unconstitutional. But if they 
vote that it shall be considered constitutional, then it shall 
be constitutional, and operative." 

After the customary elimination of all adversaries, and the 
extinction of all enemies of his new method of reform, 
Colonel Roosevelt concludes his dissertation with the fol- 
lowing characteristically modest estimate of his own work: 
"What I have advocated is not revolutionary. It is not wild 
radicalism. It is the wisest and highest kind of conserva- 

However, Colonel Roosevelt, no longer being President of 
the United States, and now being only ex-President, how- 
ever much we may esteem him personally, and in howsoever 
high esteem we may hold any person who has had the honor 
to hold what we regard as the most exalted office in the 
world, it is still permissible without treason to discuss the 
question as to whether or not these suggestions are either 
rational or workable. 

This is perhaps all the more appropriate in -view of the 
fact that Colonel Roosevelt's suggestions have been favorably 
received by at least a large portion of the press, including 
the Kansas City Star, which (doubtless without offense to 
Colonel Roosevelt) rather ingenuously admits that the plan is 
"now Mr. Roosevelt's plan" which, however, "follows the 
idea formulated for the Star by Dr. Charles McCarthy of 

Without offering to engage in the quarrel as to who is 
entitled to the patent on this panacea for all the ills that flesh 
and bones are heir to, we would proceed to suggest that upon 
its theoretical side the suggestion of Colonel Roosevelt would 
amount not to the people of a state, or of the nation, voting 
upon the adoption of a constitutional provision upon its broad 
and general application to the whole people for indefinite 
time, but would be in effect submitting to them as to whether 
or not they did or did not approve of a certain decision of a 
certain court. The referendum would be as to the unconsti- 
tutionality of the statute, but it would be easy to observe that 
in actual practice the question discussed would be the desir- 
ability or undesirability, the popularity or unpopularity of 
the particular decision that had precipitated the referendum 
upon the constitutionality of the constitution. 

Assuming that Colonel Roosevelt may be correct in the 
idea that the average banker, captain of industry, peanut 
vender and popcorn salesman on the street constitute a su- 
perior tribunal to determine the constitutionality or unconsti- 
tutionality of the constitution itself, to the tribunals of 
justice heretofore selected by the American people to pass 
upon such questions ; assuming this, we are then driven to a 
consideration of the practical side and workability of this sug- 

The plan proposed by Colonel Roosevelt, or "Dr. Charles 
McCarthy of Wisconsin" — whichever the true author of this 
illustrious idea may be — evidently relates to that character 
of decisions that relate to the constitutionality or unconstitu- 
tionality of legislation relating to the regulation of railroads 
and other public utilities, and police regulations, and to mat- 
ters of health and sanitation, and all of which, while they 
sometimes relate to provisions of the constitution of a state, 
are also necessarily subject to the consideration as to whether 
or not they are violative of the provisions of the constitution 
of the United States which prohibit any state from depriving 
any person of life, liberty, or property without due process of 
law, or denying to any person the equal protection of the law, 
and other provisions of the federal constitution relating to 
the property rights and civil liberties of the people. In- 
evitably, therefore, this class of cases would ordinarily, 
though not always, fall within the jurisdiction of, and would 
ordinarily be brought, and might always be brought, in the 
federal courts, and of course the question of the enforcement 
of the statute held to be unconstitutional would relate not to 
the constitution of the state, but in many, and in fact in most 
instances, to the constitution of the United States. 

Assuming that where a majority of the people in a state 
regard themselves as parties in interest under a decision, and 
where they regard the decision as against their interests, 
that they ought to be allowed to repeal the constitutional 
provision and allow the statute to go into effect no matter 
how seriously it invaded the rights of the minority, never- 
theless, after indulging in this assumption, we would find our- 
selves in the dilemma, if we sought relief, of having to refer 
the question of the constitutionality of a statute, held un- 
constitutional under and in connection with the federal con- 
stitution, to the entire population of the United States of 
America — as to whether or not this would include Hawaii, 
Alaska, Porto Rico, and the Philippines we are not advised. 
But in any event, the referendum under the present "archaic 
constitution" of the United States could not be accom- 
plished without the required concurrent action of both houses 
of Congress, and then being submitted to the vote of the 
people of all of the states, or in the absence of congressional 
action, by the initial action of the legislatures of three- 
fourths of the states of the American Union. By the time 
such action could be had, the parties in interest under the 
decision would have been a long time dead, and their "chil- 
dren's children" would have only an academic interest in the 
application of the panacea. 

In this, or any other view, the suggestion is as unworkable 
and impossible as an aeroplane trip to Mars. I am therefore 
able to agree with Colonel Roosevelt that his suggestion "is 
not wild radicalism." "It is the wisest and highest kind of 
conservatism." Of course it is. The suggestion of the pre- 
posterous and unattainable is always conservatism. It never 
works and it never hurts, and that which neither hurts nor 
helps may always appropriately be called "conservatism." 

In all seriousness and candor I would submit to the con- 
sideration of the thoughtful readers of the Argonaut as to 
bow it can possibly have come about that illustrious men 
who have filled great offices with distinction, and leading jour- 
nals edited with ability, can be guilty of advocating processes 
and procedure that are impossible and unworkable, and that 
a stranger to our present conditions would necessarily sup- 
pose had originated in the dark of the moon, in the middle of 
the night, in the centre of Africa, because this is about the 
only place on earth where we could imagine that such ap- 
parent, total lack of appreciation or comprehension of our 
free constitutional government could exist. 

There are many serious and important things to be done, 
there are wrongs to be righted, and the administration of 
justice, like all other human affairs, can be improved, and 
why should we not be engaged in the deliberate and sane 
work of improving it instead of filling the air with discordant 
noises, and the newspapers and magazines of the country 
ingestions and arguments which, if submitted to the 
st of reason and understanding, are wholly un- 

worthy of the consideration of a supposedly civilized and in- 
telligent people. 

If this is strong language, and if it be resented by the 
friends and admirers of the user of the strongest and most 
violent language of his generation, we inquire in reply, "Why 

If this be not an occasion for strong language, when will 
such an occasion arise ? Are not the ends of justice and the 
ultimate rights of man the occasion for the deepest thought 
and the strongest language ? Is this to be the achievement 
and the end of this boasted "government of law and not of 
men" ? Is the result of a hundred and thirty years of gov- 
ernment of the people only to demonstrate their incapacity to 
choose men of adequate character, learning, and ability to 
decide ultimate questions of constitutional law and human 
rights? Must "the appeal" be taken from the best and 
highest tribunals the3 r can choose to the street, to the voters, 
the lawyer, the doctor, the teacher, and the preacher, each 
upon the precise question as poorly advised as the butcher, 
the baker, the candlestick maker, or organ-grinder or the 
tamale vender? Shall the unconvicted burglar, the uncaught 
and unrepentant thief have a final vote upon the interpreta- 
tion of our laws and the rights of our people instead of sub- 
mitting them as the fathers decreed to the most learned, 
wise, and judicial men that can be selected by the average 
judgment of all our people, or by those chosen to select for 
them, as Colonel Roosevelt has had frequent occasion to do 
in his own career to his entire approval and satisfaction? 
Have we reached a point when he who can neither run nor 
read, but yet may vote, shall be a part of a chosen tribunal 
"on appeal" to reverse the decision of the supreme court of 
a state or of the United States? If the judge shall declare, 
"I find naught against him," and hold that a citizen is pro- 
tected by the common guaranties of civil liberty that are 
hedged about us all — nevertheless if the majority shall cry, 
"Away with him, away with him," shall it be so? Or are 
we merely passing through strange and evil days, and will 
not. after all, the people take heed of wiser counsels and 
return from following strange doctrines and false gods, and 
pay leyal and continued allegiance to the land that was the 
"Pilgrims' Pride" and the government "for which our fathers 
died"? Frank H. Short. 


We need hardly be surprised that the Home Rule party 
throughout Great Britain has been struck with consternation 
by the papal decree dated October 9. To understand the full 
significance of that decree it is necessary to read it in full. 
It is as follows : 

We, of our own motion, do ordain and decree as follows : 
Whenever private individuals, whether of the laity, or in 
holy orders, men or women, summon to a tribunal of laymen 
any ecclesiastical persons, whatever be the case, criminal or 
civil, without any permission from an ecclesiastical authority, 
and constrain them to attend publicly in these courts — all 
such private individuals incur excommunication at the hands 
of the Roman Pontiff. 

It is needless to add a word of elucidation to a decree that 
thus openly places the priest beyond the reach of the civil 
law. The Anglo-Saxon world has believed that the pre- 
eminence of the lay courts was settled forever seven hundred 
years ago, and now the claim is revived just at the moment 
when Ireland, the most Catholic country in the world, seems 
likely to be ruled by her own parliament, over which the 
Catholic element will dominate. That Home Rule must mean 
Rome Rule has been the main and the most effective conten- 
tion of the Conservatives ever since Mr. Gladstone introduced 
his first bill. That contention has been slowly worn down 
to the vanishing point during the succeeding years, and now 
comes this papal decree that makes it almost certain that one 
of the first acts of an Irish parliament would be to accept 
a pronouncement that puts all priests above the law. In 
England and America the decree will be ignored. In Spain, 
Italy, France, and Portugal it will throw oil upon the flames 
of religious hatred. In Ireland it may well mean a further 
postponement of the hopes of generations. 

The Assyrians seem to have been a people of common 
sense as well as of learning. The library of Assurbanipal con- 
tained 20,000 books written on clay tablets, and these are 
now being translated with the result that we have the opinion 
of an eminent archaeologist to the effect that the average child 
of Nineveh, 650 years B. C, was better educated than the 
average child of today. And yet education did not save 
Nineveh. Some of the medical treatises are models of sim- 
plicity and we can hardly doubt the effectiveness of their 
prescriptions. Thus we are told that if a man has colic we 
should "make him crouch down on his heels and pour cold 
water over his head." That ought to cure colic if only the 
water is cold enough. Again, "When a man is bilious rub 
him with an onion and let him drink nothing but water and 
abstain from food altogether." The onion part is probably 
decorative. At least it can do no harm, while the abstention 
from food is salutary in the extreme, even for those who 
are not very bilious. But if a man is in "a weak state" why 
should it benefit him to "strike him on the head fourteen 
times with your thumb" ? This is suggestive of faith healing. 

Austria is trying to revive the ancient trade guilds which 
were the forerunners of the modern labor union. Admission 
to the ancient guild was a mark of honor and could be won 
only by acknowledged excellence of handicraft. Those out- 
side the guild were under no disability except the assumption 
of inferior workmanship, and this assumption was enough to 
insure the honorable status of the guild. But Austria is evi- 
dently going the wrong way to work if we may judge from the 
decrees that are being promulgated. Among these is a recent 
order forbidding any one to take portrait photographs and to 
sell them unless he has served a regular apprenticeship and 
been admitted to the guild. It is a well-known fact not only 
in Austria, but elsewhere, that the best photographers were 
originally amateurs who by experiment attained a skill that 
finally tempted them into a remunerative professionalism. 
The new decree means that all these amateurs will hence- 
forth be excluded unless they enter some studio in a menial 
capacity and work their way up in the same way that a boy 
would do. 

We are in the habit of supposing that there are some 
human rights that are inalienable, although it would be hard 

to say what they are. No one nowadays has a good word 
to say for the right to labor, and if the right to pursue hap- 
piness has not yet been challenged it is only because the 
pursuit is obviously hopeless. But has a man who has com- 
mitted no offense the right to live at all, or is it only a 
privilege. Here is a certain Polish Jew named Bernstein who 
is in trouble in London for disobeying a deportation order. 
Bernstein came from Poland, and as the British authorities 
did not like the color of his hair he was ordered to return. 
But he was turned back at the Polish frontier because he had 
no passport, and so he shipped to England and was arrested 
for disobeying the previous order. In his defense he had 
the effrontery to say that he had to be somewhere, which was 
evident enough. It was suggested that he go to America, but 
to this there was the objection that America did not want 
him, would not have him at any price, and would fight at the 
dropping of the hat, as Mr. Roosevelt says, rather than allow 
him to land. There seemed nothing for it but to hang the 
unlucky Bernstein, but in the meantime he was sent to jail 
for a month, so that the authorities might decide what to do 
with a man who persisted in going on living against the 
wishes of civilzaton. Perhaps The Hague Tribunal could de- 
cide what to do with Bernstein. 

What is there about a public pension fund that has the 
effect of creating a state of debauchery and of turning those 
who touch it into mendicants and liars ? When workingmen's 
insurance was introduced into Germany we were told that the 
industrial problem had been solved and that an example of 
Christian responsibility had been given to the world. And 
now Dr. Friedensburg, lately president of the insurance bu- 
reau, writes a book to tell us just what this insurance fund 
has actually done. He tells us that it has debauched its bene- 
ficiaries and has made successful fraud one of the chief 
ambitions of the people. If the wife is injured she becomes 
at once the employee of her husband. If the husband is in- 
jured then the wife was the master. Wounded children are 
invariably found to be employed, no matter if they are only 
four years old. Aged men who have done no work for years 
are described as plowboys as soon as they accidentally or 
purposely cut their fingers, and the mother-in-law who burns 
her wrist at the kitchen range is duly "sworn in" as a nurse 
girl. Every child killed was the "sole support" of its parents, 
while in one case a farmer injured while on his way to 
church to pray for rain declared that praying for rain was 
an agricultural pursuit and that he was entitled to a pension. 
In 1886 there were 100,159 accidents reported and in 1908 
there were 662,321 accidents. The making and support of 
claims has become a great industry, while the land is covered 
with an evil blight of inspectors, claim auditors, claim agents, 
and attorneys. And yet this same system on an even wider 
scale is about to be introduced into England with the same 
throwing up of hats and hosannas, and within the last few 
months we have seen similar beginnings in California. 

Mr. Henri Vigniau(f— who knows more about it than any 
man living — tells us that we may leave Columbus in his niche 
as the discoverer of America. It is his own personal belief 
that the Scandinavians did land somewhere in Labrador, but 
of this there is not a vestige of evidence except the vague 
references in the Sagas, and the Saga writers drew no sharp 
line between fact and myth. For them whatever was great, 
and heroic, and beautiful, was also true. Mr. Vigniaud re- 
views the so-called evidence in favor of the Scandinavians 
and finds it in every case incompetent. The documents are 
either apocryphal or not so ancient as supposed. The skele- 
tons and the inscriptions that have been discovered in Massa- 
chusetts and elsewhere have been successfully explained away 
as having no connection with the voyagers from the north, 
while it is now known that the tombstone discovered near 
Washington was no more than a trick. It is well that this 
matter should be laid at rest before the attention of the Cali- 
fornia legislature was called to the Scandinavian heresy. 
Having undertaken the rectification of history by legislative 
resolution and denounced the sacrilegious hand that dared to 
interfere with the story of the Boston Tea Party the legis- 
lature might have passed on to a similar defense of the Co- 
lumbus cult. 

And, speaking of history, it seems that the scholastic world 
of France is troubled about the errors to be found in some 
of the current educational books. Taine has been the subject 
of some rough criticism, but what shall we say of the text- 
book that opens with the following classic statement: "The 
first King of France was Pharamond, who is thought never 
to have existed." Or that other remarkable book which de- 
scribes Bonaparte as "Marquis de Buonaparte, lieutenant- 
general in the army of Louis XVIII." But these are insig- 
nificant in comparison with a Russian historian, Professor 
Hovaisky, who says : "Louis XVI was a good and peaceful 
king. After a long and happy reign, throughout which he 
gave proof of special sagacity in the choice of his ministers 
of finance, he died quietly, beloved by his people. The cause 
of his death was haemorrhage. Louis XVI was succeeded by 
his son, Louis XVII. During his rergn the brave French 
army, led by General Napoleon Bonaparte, conquered the 
greater part of Europe. It was owing to this that, with the 
help of the Czar, Napoleon was sent in exile to St. Helena." 

But what is a poor Russian professor to do ? If he ad- 
mitted the possibility of a king losing his head it might easily 
happen that he would lose his own. 

Sidney G. P. Coryn. 

The new social register of New York City contains 
11.519 families. This is hardly to be taken as the 
official number of the *'400 T ' as revised to date. Ac- 
cording to the social register the social centre of the- 
city has moved within six years from Fifty-Eighth 
Street to Sixty-Second and Sixty-Third, and it will 
continue to move northward. 

January 20, 1912. 




The Governor of Ohio Entertained at a Feast Where Politics 
Was Excluded. 

Lotos Club members delight in bringing to their ban- 
quet board, as guests of honor, men of distinction and 
individuality regardless of their creeds, political or re- 
ligious. William Winter, dean of dramatic critics and 
distinguished writer of poetry and prose, was enter- 
tained several weeks ago in high goodfellowship, and 
last Saturday night another complimentary meeting and 
spread of royal fare gathered the strength of this dig- 
nified yet alert and social Manhattan organization. 
Governor Judson Harmon of Ohio had the place of 
honor at the table, on the right hand of President Frank 
R. Lawrence, and in his greeting by the ranks of mem- 
bers assembled, and the applause that followed his 
address — an eloquent, philosophical, and patriotic utter- 
ance — there was the ring of hearty regard and con- 
gratulation. The dinner to Mr. Winter was in celebra- 
tion of the poet's birthday, which had passed a little 
time before; the dinner to Governor Harmon might 
also be a birthday anniversary appreciation, for al- 
though Governor Harmon will not complete his sixty- 
sixth year until February 3, the occasion was impres- 
sively personal in tone, with only veiled allusions now 
and then to his eminent duties and responsibilities. 

There were allusions, however, made gracefully and 
ingeniously. The menu card bore an allegorical design 
which presented a record and a veiled prophecy. Fame, 
pictured as an attractive sibyl, pondered over a tablet 
on which was inscribed a list of honors won, beginning 
with "A. B., Dennison University, 1866," and continuing 
to "Governor of Ohio, 1909-1911," while the fateful 
figures, "1912," preceded a blank which the lady with 
the poised pencil was evidently about to fill in. Toast- 
master Lawrence said in his introduction of the guest: 
"The Lotos Club is a strictly non-political organization. 
But all shades of public opinion are represented here, 
and if all the principles of all its members could be 
rolled into one the result would be such a conglomera- 
tion as would appall the human intellect." He wel- 
comed Judge Harmon as one who had stood in the 
forefront of many a hard fight for principle, whose 
name is identified with the cause of honest and whole- 
some government. 

Governor Harmon's response had principally to do 
with the journey through the East of the governors 
of ten states of the Northwest and the Pacific Coast 
or their representatives, and its value as an educating, 
fraternizing crusade. He was one of the party, of 
which he said : 

"The origin and purpose as well as the high official 
and personal character of the members of the party, 
took it out of the class of junketing expeditions at 
public expense with which the country is familiar, and 
this was quickly perceived, as was shown by the nature 
of their reception everywhere and the character of the 
men who extended it." 

One of the striking pictures which Governor Harmon 
presented was in these words : 

"A broader view of their visit came to me like a 
vision ; its nobler, more enduring significance seized me. 
It was on the most impressive of the many occasions 
at which it was my good fortune to be present. The 
governor of Maryland with a notable party which in- 
cluded several Southern governors took us all down 
on a great ocean vessel to Fort McHenry. From the 
spot where Key from the window of his prison on the 
enemy's ship saw the flag still floating in the dawn we 
beheld it glorious in the sunlight. And the remem- 
brance flashed upon me that when it so inspired Key 
to compose our national hymn it bore only seventeen 
stars. Three of the new ones represented states carved 
out of the original colonies. One, only one, the last, 
stood for a state brought forth after the Revolution on 
the border of the vast wilderness beyond the Ohio, and 
that state was my own. . . . And then I saw the new 
stars come twinkling on the azure field in quick suc- 
cession, sometimes in pairs and clusters, until the flag 
on that fort that day was full, the constellation com- 
plete as surely as the God of Nations meant it to be 
from the beginning, forty-eight stars instead of seven- 

Dr. St. Clair McKelway said felicitously that "the 
club has honored governors who became President and 
Presidents who never were governors. The drift of 
choice, however, has been toward Presidents who could 
hold debatable states or could surely carry common- 
wealths which themselves carried a considerable num- 
ber of electoral votes." He added, "Should the con- 
vention of any party next year nominate any man who 
has deserved a Lotos dinner, that convention will do 
well. Two nominees, each of whom had been Lotos 
honored here, would be such an excellent balance of 
character and capacity that the election could well be 
dispensed with, and the Lotos Club could well be 
allowed to determine by the throwing of dice which one 
of the two should be President." 

Governor Baldwin of Connecticut sat at the left hand 
of the toastmaster and rose to add his congratulations, 
and others at the guest table who spoke were William 
B. Hornblower, Job Hedges, John Kendrick Bangs, ex- 
Senator John C. Spooner, A. Barton Hepburn, and 
General Stewart L. Woodford. Lotos Club members 
were present in force, and even a partial list of names 
would make this letter too long. They came from 
across the North River, as did Chancellor Mahlon Pit- 
ney of New Jersey, and from greater distances, as did 

Governor MacCorkle of West Virginia, but the ma- 
jority were well-known men of New York, like De 
Lancey Nicoll, Elbridge G. Snow, and J. H. Flagler. 
There was, of course, no political significance in their 
presence, but it was a cordial recognition of the per- 
sonal esteeem in which Governor Harmon is held. 
New York, January 8, 1912. Flaneur. 

Ballads from the Punjabi. 
"Tell me, Mistress, who will marry you, Mistress, marry you ?" 
"Khaka, my lady, he will marry me, lady, marry me. 
He has two yoke of oxen, sturdy to hoe, 
And four for the well-wheel ; his land lies low, 
And the scent of his locks mocks the roses that grow 
In the gardens of Persia. Khaka will marry me, lady, marry 

"When death comes, Mistress, who will carry you, Mistress, 

carry you ?" 
"My sons, if Allah is gracious, they will carry me, lady, carry 


One at my feet and one at my head ; 

If Allah gives children, there's peace for the dead. 

For the lights will be lit, and the prayers will be said. 
God pity the sonless. My sons will carry me, lady, carry me." 

We came : The dust-storm brought us : who knows where the 

dust was born ? 
Behind the curtains of heaven and the courts of the silver 

We go where the dust-storm whirls us, loose leaves blown one 

by one 
Through the light toward the shadows of evening down the 

tracks of the sloping sun. 
We are blown of the dust that is many and we rest in the 

dust that is one. 

We have pitched our tents, we feast and we play on the 

shifting sands of life ; 
We are drunk all day with the things of this world, with 

laughter, and love and strife. 
Friends come and friends go, but Death's sentry waits, and 

the last long march must be done, 
For the camel-bells tinkle, the load must be strapped, and we 

fare forth friendless alone 
Out into the Western darkness that shrouds the last rays of 

the sun. — Muliani. 

"The Shoes of Swiftness" is the caption of an edi- 
torial tribute in the New York Sun to the automobile 
show of last week in Madison Square Garden. There 
is more of practical philosophy than eloquence in the 
article, but its concluding lines on the conqueror's 
chariot of the present are of characteristic Sun quality : 
"What economic and social changes it has made and is 
making; its influence upon real estate and country life; 
how to it is due amelioration of the gruffness of tavern- 
keepers and the fact that the area of barbarism and 
pounded steak has shrunk marvelously ; its effect upon 
travel, the sense of landscape, the picturesque; how the 
downtrodden hinds of Kansas and Nebraska won't go 
save in their own machines to a meeting whereat is to 
be uttered their protest against the Money Juggernaut 
that grinds humanity: of these and a thousand other 
high arguments shall the world hear when our 'Philos- 
ophy of Automobility' is completed. Meanwhile the 
toast is : More horsepower and less asspower in these 
United States!" 

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Cairo, with a population of 654.486, is not only the 
capital of Egypt and the metropolis of all Africa, but 
the literary centre of the Moslem world, as Mecca is 
its religious and Constantinople its political centre. 
The Earl of Cromer, not without reason, described the 
Ulema of Cairo as the "guardians of the citadel of 
Islam." No other city in the Moslem world has so 
many students of Moslem theology and law or pours 
out such a flood of Moslem literature as does Cairo. 
Millions of pages of the Koran, commentaries by the 
hundred thousand, and scores of books attacking the 
Christian faith, defending Islam or propagating its 
teaching, come ceaselessly year after year from the 
Moslem presses of this great centre of Moslem learning. 

Farming at night is the innovation just introduced by 
E. W. Fowler, who lives twelve miles west of Lodi, 
California. Fowler has tivo crews of six men each and 
has been plowing night and day. Immense searchlights 
are attached to the plows and the laborers declare that 
they can see at night almost as well as during the day. 
An incongruous feature of the work is that when the 
night crew is eating breakfast at six o'clock at night 
the day shift is eating supper from the same table. 
Fowler is planting 2000 acres of barley and has resorted 
to the novel scheme of working twenty-four hours a 
day in order that he may get the grain in before the 

heavy rains. 

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In very truth a modern battleship does, in modern 
phrasing, carry some bunting. About $150,000 is spent 
by the United States navy for flags each year. Every 
case of bunting costs the government $560; every roll 
costs $11.25. The bunting conies from Massachusetts. 
Every piece is subjected to the most severe test. It 
must weigh five pounds to every forty yards and stand 
the weight test of seventy pounds to two square inches. 
It is steeped in salt water for six hours and then ex- 
posed to the sun for the same period of time. If after 
this treatment it continues to be bunting of a distin- 
guishable color it is pronounced fit for service. 


Yokohama's fire-fighting apparatus is owned by the 
association of insurance companies, which also pays the 
firemen. The coolies who assist when a blaze calls out 
any part of the department receive on an average four 
cents per hour. The regular staff of firemen and 
watchmen are paid an average of $7.47 a month. 

Miss Mary Woods cuts the patterns for all the flags 
made at the Brooklyn Navy Yard, which furnishes prac- 
tically all of the flags used by the United States navy. 
She is a native of Ireland, and for thirty-five years has 
been making flags for the government. 

Charles Williams, raquet coach for King George and 
English champion of the game, has come to this country 
to engage in matches in the East. Last year he woii 
the English championship and later defeated Jamsetjii 
of Bombay, who claimed the world's title. 

William J. Bland, recently elected secretary of the 
Oxford Union Society, is the first American and first 
Rhodes scholar ever elected to an office in this society. 
He is a native of Kansas City, Kansas, and became a 
student at Oxford University on a Rhodes scholar- 

Mayor Joseph Dennis of Belle Centre, Indiana, who 
has just assumed office, is probably the oldest mayor in 
this country, having just entered on his eighty-first 
birthday. He was mayor of the city thirty years ago, 
and a generation has passed between his two terms in 
the office. 

Lord Howard de Walden, the richest bachelor in Eng- 
land, if not in all Europe, is about to be married. He 
is in his thirty-second year. His vast property interests 
in London, which yield him an annual income of about 
$1,500,000, were inherited from his grandmother, the 
sister of the Duke of Portland. 

Theodore L. Weed, who has just been appointed di- 
rector of the postal savings system, is a Connecticut 
man, and has been in the government service since 1898. 
He has been Postmaster-General Hitchcock's principal 
executive assistant in the management of the depart- 
ment, and in his new capacity will receive a salary of 
$5000 a year. 

P. Elverton Bancroft, aged eighty-five, claiming to be 
the oldest ice-skater in the United States, recently ap- 
peared in an open-air exhibition at his home, Woburn, 
Massachusetts. For an hour he sped about the pond, 
performing intricate evolutions. He is a former busi- 
ness man of Woburn, and for the past seventeen years 
has not missed indulging in this winter sport. 

Major Harley B. Ferguson, who devised the plan for 
raising the Maine, now successfully in operation, lives 
most of his time on a big dredge that is part of the 
raising equipment in Havana harbor. He musses 
around in the mud and smiles at the perplexing ques- 
tions arising daily. He is a native of North Carolina 
and a West Pointer, having graduated in 1897 at the 
head of his class. 

Dr. Cecil Hook, recently reported to have been told 
by the British war office that he was "too old" when 
he applied for an appointment as honorary chaplain of 
the British army, has, since 1905, been Bishop of 
Kingston-on-Thames. He is a spry youth of sixty- 
seven years, and does not at all agree with the war 
office. Dr. Hook was ordained a priest in 1869, fol- 
lowing in the footsteps of his father, who was Dean of 

Henry F. Ashurst. who has just been chosen by popu- 
lar vote as a United States senator from Arizona, left 
home at fifteen to become a cowboy, and at the age of 
nineteen was a deputy sheriff. Later in life he studied 
law, and he was admitted to the bar in 1899. He is 
thirty-six years of age, has been cowboy, hodcarrier, 
deputy sheriff, lumberjack, law student, and legislator. 
He has been a member of three territorial legislatures 
and was speaker of the house in 1899, the youngest 
man ever chosen to that position. 

Miss M. Louise McLaughlin, who gave the world 
that form of pottery known as "Losanti" ware, experi- 
mented for ten years before she produced it. She is 
a pioneer in her work and is the centre of ceramic art 
in Cincinnati, which is the centre of ceramic art in 
this country. In 1875 she took up porcelain work, and 
three years later the judges at the Paris exposition 
booked pottery of her making for a medal, until they 
learned the maker was a woman, and gave her honor- 
able mention instead. Her porcelains have taken prizes 
in many exhibitions in this country and Europe. 

Redmond Prindeville, at the age of eighty-six. has 
just retired after thirty-five years as manager of the 
loan department of the Northwestern Mutual Life Insur- 
ance Company of Chicago. He will continue with the 
company, however, in an advisory capacity and visit his 
office daily, as he declares he is far from being a "back 
number." He went to Chicago seventy-six years ago. 
worked as a printer's apprentice, and later engaged in 
the lake trade. He served one term as city alderman 
and was also a member of the city board of education 
for several years. 

Loren J. Drake, handling the largest sales force in 
the world — 3500 men — as director of Hie Standard Oil 
Company of New Jersey, worked as a laborer when a 
youth, and at twenty-five was conductor of a little pas- 
senger train, running between Oil City and Corv. It 
took both muscle and diplomacy to be a successful con- 
ductor on the line, which was patronized largely by well 
drillers and their kindred, but Drake possessed the requi- 
sites and subdued the most turbulent who traveled that 
way. In 1875 he went into the oil business. He is a 
big. white-haired man. genial, simple, and unaffected in 
manner, and is one of the most approachable of men. 


January 20, 1912. 


The Counsel of a Small, Brown Book. 

When the commercial compass pointed toward Bos- 
ton, I winced; hearsay, that incorrigible impressionist, 
had painted the Athens of America in such cold colors 
— gray matter, blue stockings, brown bread. "Cultur- 
ville by the Charles." I once heard it called. Indeed, I 
shuddered when, after a few whirring hours, I alighted 
at the Back Bay Station and beheld a sign reading 
"Technology Cafe," and a few moments later one loomed 
before my vision with this rhythmic phrase in silver 
letters, "Symphony Lunch." I resolved to eschew the 
pedantry of this city if I had to dwell in a tenement. 
Some prowling about, and I happened upon a little suite 
in the rear of a building where it seemed one would be 
safe from the dreaded sphere of intellect. With the aid 
of Man- Harris, a colored charwoman, who worked for 
most of the tenants and who agreed to come to me two 
evenings after six p. m. weekly, and Sunday mornings 
until eleven, the little suite proved most comfortable. 
The rent was light, because one room was dark. Mary 
came on hours appointed, swept, dusted, shook, 
polished, and all the rest of it. 

One Sunday morning, as Mary gave an extra dusting 
stroke to my little group of books on the corner of the 
mantel, she remarked, "These nice lookin' books 'urn." 

"Do you think so, Mary?" mechanically. 

"Yes'um I do." More polishing of the few volumes 
and she ventured: "Did ye ever come across a little 
brown book "bout so big?" indicating a few inches of 
space with her sepia fingers. 

"No, Mary, I think not." 

"It's awful good reading 'um." 

"Have you read it, Mary?" 

"Yes'um, I read a way in it — my man he run away 
with a woman two years ago and I liked to died I felt 
so bad — work all day and walk the floor all night and 
no eatin' and no sleepin' and awful chokin' in my 
throat, and then one day I sees a little book on a second- 
hand stand marked five cents, and I says that's awful 
cheap for a book: then I sees somethin' was the matter 
with it — cover all rainsoaked, and I bought it and that 
night when I was thinkin' 'bout Jo Harris, I picks up 
this book and I read a ways and all to once I stood in 
the middle of the floor, and I says, 'Man' Harris, you 
forget that nigger !' Then I goes to sleep and aint 
thought so much 'bout him since." 

"Who wrote the book. Mary?" 

" 'Twarnt wrote 'um, it was printed." 

"What was it about?" humbly. 

"I dunno — I couldn't make out some of the words, 
but it was sure nuff good readin'. I'll bring it over 
next time I come." 

"Do, Mary, bring it, without fail." 

The following evening, when I returned from my day 
of toil in Clark & Co.'s suit department, the elevator 
boy drew from the same pocket containing a copy of 
the "Deadwood Dick Series" a small brown volume, 
and gripping it with his nicotine-stained fingers, he held 
it toward me. 

"The washwoman told me to give ye this." 

I glanced at the cover: "Essays by Ralph Waldo 
Emerson." The two first pages were entitled "Hero- 
ism." Intellectual Boston I had indeed eluded, but the 
spirit of New England's immortal son was pervading 
my home that evening as I sat mute with reverence 
and contemplating the soiled swollen volume. 

Man- became a personage after the Emerson inci- 
dent, and I looked eagerly for her coming. 

"Have you read any other books. Mary?" I asked her 
one evening, as she folded my few imitation rag rugs 
preparatory to taking them upon the roof. 

"No 'um. I did never read no other good books." 

She placed the rugs in the other room and proceeded 
with mop and muscle to wash up the hardwood floor. 
While she drew the mop with firm, sure stroke across 
the floor, she continued : "Yes'um, I did read one 'bout 
a caned door — grand can*ed door what folks come 
miles for to see, an' one time some one they wanted to 
see what back of the door and they opened it and there 
warn't nothing there but old rubbish heap — old dirty 
rubbish heap — that's what." 

"Have you got that story, Mary?" eagerly. 

"No'um, I aint got — I dunno where it went." 

"Did vou read it in a book?" 

"What 'um?" 

"Did you read it in a book?" 

"Xo'um, I didn't." The floor was cleansed and she 
took the rugs in her arms and I opened the door for 
her. She stood on the threshold, her arms folded across 
the floorwear, and blurted: "I didn't read that in no 
book 'um." 

"Where then, Mary; in the newspapers?" 

"No — not in no noospapers," contemptuously. 

She drew her arms tight about the rugs and began. 
"It was this way: that woman Jo Harris run away with, 
she was in the lady minstrel show and wore awful 
fine clothes — that's how he got took with her. Then 
one night when I was thinkin', I says, 'Wonder if she'll 
comfort him when he's out o' work and all caved in?' 
Then I says, 'No she won't — she aint nothin' but a 
grand carved door what opens on a rubbish heap' — all 
to once I said it quick like that, and then I made it up 
to you as I did read it somewheres. Don't laugh 
at me 'um, I aint nothin' but a foolish nigger woman." 

"I a:n not laughing at you, Mary." earnestly. 

passed out of the room, and I closed the door. 
T was reflecting upon Mary's remarkable con- 

fession, and the possible wisdom of my wiring a maga- 
zine writerette in New York whom I knew to be eter- 
nally poking her dainty nose in all sorts of nooks and 
crannies in search of copy — wiring her that I had dis- 
covered a mine of mental ore, shares of which I would 
dispose of at so much per idea, bargain day once a 
week — a brisk knock on the door interrupted my profits. 

"Come in," I snarled. 

She whirled in, portmanteau in hand, that Helen 
Ford, just as she used to whirl into my room in little 
old Manhattan. I grabbed her in glee. The portman- 
teau fell to the floor, flopped over on its side and was 

"First minute I have had since I got your note," 

I removed the two spike-like hatpins from her 
Panama, and she, scorning the fact that I was sole 
owner of two chairs, perched herself on my trunk. 

"Tell me, how do you like the place and what are 
you doing here?" 

"With Clark & Co., in the suit department. Nothing 
exciting so far, except an old blind musician who came 
in today and said he wanted a dress for his wife, who 
was up in the 'White Mountings — somethin' that 
wouldn't tear.' I spent two hours with him while he 
tested the strength of the fabric in several suits, and 
then in despair I directed him to the ticking department, 
where I learned he bought ten yards, and the last I 
heard of him he was inquiring for wire bustles." 

"That should suffice for a beginning," she remarked 

Just then Man' returned from the roof and proceeded 
to get supper. While she was in the combination bath, 
kitchenette, and laundry, I whispered to Helen: "She 
has a story I want you to hear. I will ask her to tell 
it while we are having supper." 

While Helen and I munched biscuits and drank tea, 
cup after cup, Mary repeated the tale of her change 
of heart by way of the brow-n book. When she finished, 
Helen made goop eyes at me and buried them in her 
cup. Mary passed in to the kitchenette and Helen whis- 
pered, "Where did you find the Mohammedette?" 

"I did not find her; she found me." 

I wanted an encore, so ventured to Mary, as she re- 
plenished the biscuits, "I think Jo Harris was a very 
weak man and you were very fortunate to lose him; 
bolstering up a weakling must be very wearing." 

Mary sniffed the air with her sepia nostrils and re- 
plied with vigor, "What if he was weak; aint I strong 
for two? What did Goddelmighty make me strong for 
if it wasn't to help a weak one? Yes'um, I'm strong 
enough for two." 

She w-ent out in the hall and Helen said, "Thought 
the only treat you had given you was a blind musician 
and so on?" 

When we left the table I glanced at the still prostrate 
portmanteau, and asked, "What have you in there?" 

She opened it and drew out a one-piece gingham 

"My uniform, Ragsy, a new one. The laundries burn 
up one's clothes so. Will you pin up the hem for me? 
It is too long." 

I knelt, pins in mouth, to adjust the length of the 
robe of sennce, and Helen slipped the uniform over 
her street suit. 

"Take me through the hospital some time, Helen?" 

"Yes, if you are good, but we must go down to 
auntie's the first time we are both off duty. Nine 
o'clock ! I must be going, dear." 

She proceeded to fold the uniform and placed it in 
the portmanteau. 

"It is awfully good to see you again, Ragsy, and do 
not let me lose track of you. I finish in a few months 
and then I will visit a week with you before I take up 
anv work." 

"You are sad, Mary, what is the trouble?" I said to 
my personage as she washed up the floor to an accom- 
paniment of sighs. 

'Yes'um, I feel kind o' sad. Today, when I was com- 
ing over, I see a lot o' little ones playin' on th' corner, 
and I say, Mary Harris, they aint none of 'em yourn,' 
I says. 'Mary Harris, you feel the life in your right 
arm and your left arm and all through ye and know 
how it ought to be runnin' through your little black 
boys and girls !' Then I sure feel sad." 

"You may marry again some day, and then " 

She stopped suddenly, clenching the floor cloth 

"What good o' dat?" she fairly growled at me, and 
then continued: "Jo Harris was the only man I ever 
loved or ever goin' to love, and gittin' married aint 
goin' to make no man the right father o' your children ; 
no'um, it's got to be the man what you love; no'um, I 
aint never goin' to git married again." 

She relaxed her clay-colored fingers and drew the 
cloth slowly across the spot she had been washing. 

"Perhaps Jo Harris may come back some day, 
and " 

"Huh, you think I take him back; no sir, he kin stay 
where he is." 

The floor-washing continued and I was silent. 
Shortly after the eloquent outburst. Helen called to 
have me take a walk with her in the Public Gardens. 
While we were gazing alternately at the Alice blue 
sky and the newest things in green, and tan, and red, 
as displayed by Dame Nature, who can combine with 
impunity colors which would result in rank heresy 
should our poor finite paws attempt the blend, I asked 
Helen to take me down to Gloucester. 

"Can't," says she; "must be back at four. Dr. Mor- 
ton is going to operate and I will give the ether." 

"Thought it was your day off," greatly annoyed. 

"It is, but the doctor asked me to give ether and I 
must be there." 

"What is Dr. Morton like?" curiously. 

A wave of crimson which was never seen on sea or 
land or anywhere excepting upon Helen's Celtic, once 
removed, face, surged to her brow and she became 
deeply interested in the handle of my parasol. 

"He — he is plain as an old shoe, lanky, mumbles his 
words, but " The head was well back on her shoul- 
ders, and she continued, "in the operating room he is 
mag-nif-ficent !" 

Her eyes left the handle of my parasol and were 
away down by the fountain. I didn't say anything; I 
just wondered what Dr. Morton was really like. 

At 7:30 the following morning, the telephone rang. 
It was Helen. "Hello, what is it so early?" 

"That Mary Harris — tell her to come quickly — Jo 
Harris badly injured — he is calling for her — asks us to 
send for Mary Harris, Boston, Massachusetts. Get 
her, Ragsy, it may save him, and he's got to be saved 
— he's Dr. Morton's case!" 

I heard the receiver click and I knew my instructions 
were at an end. In a flash I was on my way to the 
tenement in Northampton Street, where Mary lived, 
and shortly after, had her with me. All the way over 
she crooned softly, "Goddelmighty, keep him till I 

I left her with an attendant at the Blossom Street 
entrance, and went about my own affairs. 

A few weeks later Jo Harris was pronounced out of 
danger and the honors were equally divided between 
Dr. Morton, Helen Ford (nurse), and Mary Harris. 
When Jo had completely recovered, Mary took him to 
Magnolia, where, throueh the efforts of Dr. Morton, 
she had secured a position as caretaker of a country 

I miss her very much. I miss her tonight — dresses 
hooked up the back are such a plague and I want to 
catch that 7:10 train to Gloucester. 

The ceremony will take place at 8:30 and whatever 
else I miss in life, I will see Dr. Morton and Helen 
Ford join hands and begin their journey toward The 
Common Goal. 

It was a very pretty wedding, simple in the extreme. 
Helen was radiant in a white lawn. The presents were 
many and interesting : a cedar chest filled with linen, 
a lot of silver, a mahogany desk, pictures galore, and 
a little thumb-worn and soiled brown book with black 
letters. Anne Partlan. 

San Francisco, January, 1912. 

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Trade in booby eggs is one of the sights of Kingston, 
Jamaica. Long ago the British seamen gave the name 
"booby" to several of the species of gannets, because 
these fowls are regarded as stupid. The eggs are gath- 
ered in vast quantities on the islets at certain seasons 
of the year and taken to Port Antonio by the boatload. 
The arrival of a boat with booby eggs is the occasion 
of no little excitement among the negro women, who 
buy them by the box and then sell them by retail chiefly 
in Kingston, though they are also sold in Spanish 
Town, Port Antonio, Montego Bay, and in other towns 
on the island. Though sold mostly by the dozen to 
housekeepers, booby eggs are also peddled, hard-boiled, 
on the streets of Kingston, salt and pepper being pro- 
vided that the purchasers may eat the eggs at once. 
These eggs are about two-thirds the size of an ordi- 
nary hen's egg, and are quite palatable. 

A curious and interesting people are the Pribiloflf 
Islanders in Bering Sea. When the United States gov- 
ernment took over the islands, along with Alaska, the 
Russian colonists became in a measure wards of the 
nation, but they have remained true to the influence 
to which they were first subjected, and in some respects 
are today more Russian than American at heart. All 
of them are members of the Russian church, and all 
of them have Russian names, selected for the most part 
from among the nobility. The United States govern- 
ment has in this instance been a faithful guardian of a 
primitive people. The result is that today they are the 
most highly civilized, best clothed, best "fed, and most 
healthv of all the natives of Alaska. 

Argentina supplies 90 per cent of the frozen beef 
and frozen mutton consumed in Sheffield, England. 
Australia and New Zealand provide the remainder. 
Its use is constantly increasing. Frozen meat is never 
sawed, but is chopped with a cleaver. The retailers re- 
ceive the meat in quarters which they chop into angular 
blocks, from which the quantities desired by customers 
are cut. These blocks afford material for fine window 
displays, and the windows of frozen-meat shops are 
generally piled high with all sizes and shapes of solid 
red beef. 

In times of financial difficulties the Loochooans, resi- 
dents of the southwestern islands of Japan, sometimes 
pawn the graves of their relatives. They are always 
redeemed, however, failure to do so meaning family 
disgrace. The turtle-back shaped tombs, usually lo- 
cated on a hillside facing the water, are elaborate affairs 
of stone and cement, and their cost and upkeep often 
bankrupt the family. 

January 20, 1912. 




The Literary Centenaries of the New Year. 

John Bull appears to be growing weary of stamps. 
Whether it is that the mucilage that he has to consume 
in the interest of his mail is as much as his digestion 
can endure, or that he has at last taken to heart that 
little incident of 1765 which followed so quickly upon 
his attempt to foist a Stamp Act on the American colo- 
nies, the fact is patent that he is rather out of conceit 
with adhesive labels. This momentous truth is illus- 
trated not only by the million objectors against Mr. 
Lloyd George's insurance stamp, but also by the apathy 
which the British public has shown in connection with 
the Dickens centenary book-plate. For nearly a year 
past, in anticipation of the hundredth anniversary of 
the novelist's birth, a philanthropic committee has been 
urging Dickens lovers to buy their penny stamp in the 
hope of thereby raising a fund sufficient to secure a 
comfortable old age for those five granddaughters of 
the novelist who are in reduced circumstances. The 
project has, by high and low, been heartily blessed by 
bell, book, and candle, and yet the fact remains that the 
stampbuyers have been so few that for the past three 
weeks the Daily Telegraph has been exerting its 
"largest-circulation" influence to raise a fund supple- 
mentary to the Dickens stamp revenue. 

But even that effort has been a comparative failure. 
So far as John Bull is concerned, it is evidently better 
to be a live cricketer than a dead novelist. For when 
the Daily Telegraph espoused the cause of W. G. Grace 
it raised a testimonial of ten thousand pounds, whereas 
its appeal in the name of Dickens has thus far elicited 
only a little more than three thousand pounds. To be 
able to score a hundred runs "not out" evidently ap- 
peals more to the British mind than the ability to write 
"David Copperfield" or "The Pickwick Papers." 

While, however, the Daily Telegraph Dickens fund 
has caught the general public in a grudging mood, it 
has illustrated once more the generous instincts of the 
theatrical profession and the liberality of the novelist's 
fellow-craftsmen. The stage is worthily represented 
among the subscribers by Sir Charles Wyndham, Sir 
H. Beerbohm Tree, Sir Squire and Lady Bancroft, 
Ellen Terry, H. B. Irving, and Henry Arthur Jones, 
whose donations range from a hundred pounds down- 
wards; while the writers of fiction include Mrs. Hum- 
phry Ward, Miss Braddon, Marie Corelli, Mrs. Bar- 
clay, Rudyard Kipling, Henry James, Robert Hichens, 
W. W. Jacobs, and Harold Begbie, with gifts varying 
from Miss Corelli's fifty pounds to Mr. Jacobs's two 
guineas. The publishers are represented in sublime 
isolation by the Macmillan Company and their generous 
gift of one hundred pounds, not a farthing having been 
contributed by the many firms who have coined untold 
wealth out of the novels. Even Chapman and Hall, 
Dickens's own publishers, who are constantly announc- 
ing new editions and exploiting their traditions, have 
not given a cent. On the other hand, many Americans 
in England have added their gifts to the fund, following 
in this the liberal example of Whitelaw Reid, who, in 
addition to buying sufficient stamps to mark every 
volume of his five or six sets of the novels, has sub- 
scribed twenty pounds. When all these gifts are taken 
into account, it will be seen that as the fund does not 
greatly exceed three thousand pounds the response of 
the English public has not been enthusiastic. Whether 
that means a lukewarm celebration of the novelist's 
birth on the 7th of February only the event can tell. 

Although apparently inevitable in the circumstances, 
it is a matter for regret that the centenary of Dickens 
must now be associated with an effort to make provision 
for some of his descendants. Even a Shakespeare cele- 
bration might suffer from such a handicap. Hence the 
satisfaction which Browningites must take in the 
thought that the commemoration of the hundredth anni- 
versary of the poet's birth, due next May, will not be 
complicated by any eleemosynary side issue. Whether 
the Browningites of America have decided upon their 
arrangements for the event is not within my knowl- 
edge; so far as London is concerned no announcement 
has been made up to the present, and yet it is certain 
that the day will be marked here in an adequate and 
dignified manner. Perhaps, however, the Browning 
cult has lost something of its fervor since the poet 
died. That would seem to be the inference from a 
piece of evidence which is lying before me. It is a 
page in a second-hand book catalogue which reached 
me last night, on which are listed no fewer than thir- 
teen first editions of Browning's works, the prices of 
which vary from fifty cents to a dollar and a quarter. 
As they are all in the original cloth and described as 
in first-rate condition the prices quoted are low enough 
to suggest that the Browning faith has cooled to a 
surprising degree. What the Boston Society will think 
of this depreciation in the value of the oracles of their 
prophet does not bear contemplation. 

With Dickens and Browning occupying the com- 
memorative limelight of the new year, lesser writers 
who were born or died in 1812 or some equivalent cen- 
tury are likely to fare badly. And yet there are two 
or three who should not be forgotten when we come to 
"praise famous men" in 1912. There is Samuel Butler, 
for example, whose "Hudibras" may not be so much 
read but is surely as often quoted as ever. In Stokes's 
admirable "Encyclopedia of Familiar Quotations" But- 
ler is credited with supplying fifty-six tags to the con- 
versation of the twentieth century, a total in excess of 
that given to Browning and Dickens and only two or 
three short of the number attributed to Burns. This 

is an excellent showing for a poet born so long as 
three centuries ago, and the endurance of his fame is 
further illustrated by the fact that a new edition of 
his heroic-comic epic was published so recently as 1903. 
The ter-centenary of Butler is not likely to be distin- 
guished by any considerable addition to our knowledge 
of the man, but it may have the effect of directing 
attention to his remarkable studies in prose, which are 
preserved among the manuscripts in the British Mu- 
seum. In their biting satire, their wealth of epigram, 
and their mordant humor those Butler fragments show 
that he did not reserve his best for his famous poem. 
His sketch of the publisher, for example, would have 
rejoiced the heart of Byron. "His conscience," he 
wrote, "is no part of his calling, in which he regards 
nothing but his profit, and therefore desires most to 
deal in contraband goods, which he buys cheapest and 
sells dearest." 

Two other widely different writers, John Home 
Tooke and Samuel Smiles, figure among the cente- 
narians of 1912, the former having died and the latter 
been born a hundred years ago. Neither survives in 
quotation, but while Tooke's "Diversions of Purley" is 
no longer acclaimed as a book which must be read by 
all who aspire to a thorough knowledge of English, the 
"Self-Help" and kindred volumes of Smiles are still 
the gospel of those ambitious youths who would fain 
emulate the example of Hogarth's "Good Apprentice." 
As Smiles is a typical illustration of the author who is 
successful and yet never wins the suffrages of 
those who elect the classics, his centenary is not likely 
to greatly move the waters of literary history in this 
new- year, and yet his indomitable example in turning 
to journalism and book-writing when he found that he 
could not thrive as a doctor in a community of healthy 
Scots where there were seven other men of medicine 
is not without value in an age of overcrowded labor 

Whatever may be the commemorative fortune of 
Butler and Tooke and Smiles, it may be hoped that the 
claims of Edmund Malone to the grateful recollection 
of students of literature will not be overlooked. Few 
of the thousands who have enjoyed the pages of Bos- 
well's life of Johnson are conscious that Malone had a 
considerable share in making that book what it is, even 
though Boswell did acknowledge his indebtedness and 
testified that than his friends there was "no man in 
whom more elegant and worthy qualities are united" ; 
while perhaps fewer still are aware that it is to Malone 
their thanks are due for that wholly entertaining vol- 
ume known as "Spence's Anecdotes." These services, 
however, are trivial compared with Malone's labors in 
settling the text of Shakespeare, in evolving order out 
of chaos of the chronology of the plays, in throwing 
light upon the Elizabethan drama in general, and in 
exposing the forgeries of Ireland and the Rowley 
fictions of Chatterton. There is only one shadow on 
his fame; he ought not to have painted Shakespeare's 
bust at Stratford "a good stone-color" and thus oblite- 
rated the tints which might have been most suggestive 
in deciding the shade of the dramatist's hair and beard. 
Some may even regret that Malone threw cold water 
on the deer-stealing legend and other picturesque 
stories ; but when all deductions are made, what remains 
should be esteemed sufficient in bulk and value to insure 
a worthy remembrance of its author on the hundredth 
anniversary of his death next April. It is high time, 
for one thing, that he should be accorded the honor of 
an adequate biography, especially as a mass of his cor- 
respondence still remains in manuscript and is invalu- 
able for the light it throws on the literary history of 
the eighteenth century and the personalities of such 
sons of fame as Horace Walpole, Edmund Burke, and 
Edward Gibbon. Henry C. Shelley. 

London, January 3, 1912. 

A private letter from a member of the American 
Peace Society of Japan gives some of the concrete re- 
sults of the recent visit to that country of David Starr 
Jordan as chief director of the World Peace Founda- 
tion (says the editor of the New York Evening Post). 
Making due allowance for the part played by curiosity 
in bringing together the large audiences that listened 
to the addresses, the correspondent writes that they 
secured for the movement the ear of the Japanese na- 
tion. In one of the cities visited, the lecture "was the 
occasion for such an open espousal of the peace cause 
by leading men" as to bring about the organization of 
a peace society with a membership of six hundred. 
The Japanese magazines are also displaying increased 
interest in the question, and one of them has issued a 
special peace number. 


Production Figures for the Past Year and Brief Notes of 
Developing Districts. 

Curacao, the most important of the Dutch West In- 
dies, is without fire insurance and a fire department, 
though the island has a population of over 50,000. The 
buildings in the towns are all of stone, hence this happy 
condition of affairs. Recently the first sawmill was in- 
stalled, being furnished by an American firm. "It is 
hoped," says a consular report, "that this will not in- 
crease the erection of wooden buildings and necessitate 
insurance and a fire deDartment." 

An underground emergency hospital has been opened 
in a coal mine at Collinsville. Illinois. The walls are 
of concrete, this material being regarded as affording 
protection from cave-ins and small explosions. Miners 
who have been injured will be treated here before being 
taken to the surface. 

The gold mining industry in the United States was 
generally active in 1911, but early figures indicate a 
total production for the United States and Alaska 
slightly below the output of 1910. The most notable 
features of the industry in 1911, according to H. D. 
McCaskey, of the United States Geological survey, 
were the resumption of normal labor conditions in the 
Black Hills of South Dakota, the increased dredge out- 
put in California, development of production in the 
new Innoko-Iditarod placer region of Alaska and the 
Republic district of Washington, continued develop- 
ment and prosperity of the great Goldfield (Nevada) 
and Treadwell (Alaska) mines, normal conditions also 
on the Mother Lode in California, improvement in 
metallurgical methods, and general increase in activity 
at many small deep and placer mines. Renewed in- 
terest in prospecting was shown in Colorado, although 
the gold output of the state decreased owing to the 
gradual exhaustion of several large ore bodies and to 
continued small decrease in production from the great 
Cripple Creek camp. 

Increases in output of gold are indicated by early 
figures from Idaho, Nevada, New Mexico, South Da- 
kota, Utah, California, Alaska, Arizona, and Washing- 
ton. Nearly a quarter of the total output is still com- 
ing from gravels of placer mines, mainly by dredging 
in California and drifting in Alaska. Taken as a 
whole, however, the gold production of this country 
for 1911 practically duplicates the aggregate of the pre- 
ceding year. Silver, on the other hand, though credited 
by the United States Geological Survey as of relatively 
small importance in the United States, shows a sub- 
stantial increase in output for 1911, and it is estimated 
that 57,796,117 fine ounces were produced. This was 
largely due to the prosperity of the gold, copper, and 
lead mining industries. 

California maintained about the same output as in 
1910, both in gold and silver. The state annuallv pro- 
duces between $19,000,000 and $21,000,000 in gold, the 
fluctuation being almost entirely due to the lack or pres- 
ence of the water supply. Abundance of water power 
enables the quartz mills and placer properties to ope- 
rate steadily. Dredge mining is constantly increasing, 
and last year it was responsible for 40 per cent of all 
the gold mined in the state, the Yuba River field being 
the most productive. The deep mines yielded 55 per 
cent of the gold product, Amador County leading in this 
field. The gold output was $20,310,987. 

Oregon's hydraulic mines are the most productive 
and their number is greatest. The deep mines of the 
state are producing more ore than formerly, but its 
grade has declined nearly one-half, which accounts for 
the falling off in total gold production. Baker County 
is still the largest gold producer. Last year Oregon 
produced $599,235 in gold and $38,014 in silver. 

Preliminary figures for Washington indicate an in- 
crease in gold output, the figures being estimated at 
$504,537. Silver worth $78,209 was mined. The Re- 
public remained the most productive district, and much 
was done in the way of mill building and development. 

It is estimated that Nevada fell short in silver pro- 
duction fully a million dollars, the total, according to 
preliminary figures, being $5.85S,364, though the gold 
output shows a slight increase, being $18,968,578. Es- 
meralda County yielded about $12,500,000 in gold, the 
Goldfield mines producing the larger part. Deep min- 
ing was appreciably more profitable, indicating the per- 
manency of the ledges with depth. The Diamondfield 
district is being revived, owing to the production of 
gold-silver ores. The Comstock lode produced fullv 
$600,000 in silver. 

Owing to floods in the San Juan region and the conse- 
quent damage to the railroads, ore from Silverton, 
Rico, and Telluride, in Colorado, was not available, re- 
ducing in a measure the output of gold. It became 
necessary to extend the great Roosevelt drain tunnel to 
permit ore extraction from the lower levels of 
mines affected by the undertaking. Towards the latter 
part of the year an increased tonnage from these mines 
paid tribute to the enterprise. The preliminary figures 
compiled by the director of the mint give Colorado a 
gold production of $19,153,860. or about $1,000,000 less 
than in 1910. Silver also fell off, 7,530,940 fine ounces 
being the estimated product. 

The principal gold mines of the Black Hills, South 
Dakota, were steadily operated, and the state pro- 
duced last year approximately S7.430.367 in gold and 
206.188 fine ounces in silver, the gain in gold alone 
being fully two million dollars over 1910. 

Dredge mining, which had considerable to do with 
Idaho's increased gold yield, is making a large growth 
in that state. The increased silver production was due 
in part to improvement in the ore of the Hunter district 
and the development of new producers at Wardner and 
near Murray. The lead mines produced 90 per cent of 
the state's output of silver. Gold was produced to the 
extent of $1,169,261, and silver, $4,129,291. 

Montana's total gold production is given at $3,169,- 
840, and silver, $6,114,228. 

Utah led in the output of silver, with 12.679,633 fine 
ounces worth $6,973,798. establishing a comfortable lead 
over the previous year. The gold output was greater, 
owing to the larger quantities of siliceous ore mined. 
No new developments w^ere made in the deep mines. 
Gold aggregating a total of $4,709,747 was produced. 


January 20, 1912. 


Harry A. Franck Describes Another "Vagabond Journey' 
Southern Europe, 

When Mr. Harry A. Franck wrote "A Vagabond 
Journey Around the World" he showed us the only 
way in which such travels can be made illuminatingly. 
And yet how many have the courage to launch them- 
selves into a foreign land practically without money, 
or means of locomotion other than those furnished by 
nature? When the author found himself with a four 
months' vacation ahead of him and decided to spend 
it in Spain his total financial resources were $172. To 
avoid the possibility of a calamitous stranding he de- 
posited $40 to be forwarded to whatever quarter of 
the globe insolvency might overhaul him. That left 
him with $132, and after he had bought a steerage 
ticket from Xew York to Gibraltar his capital was re- 
duced below the hundred-dollar mark. But a hundred 
dollars will take one a long way in Spain if one is 
prepared to eschew railroad trains, to tramp through 
the long days, and to sleep at night where the good 
God may direct. But it needs courage, plenty of it. 

A steerage ticket on a German steamer does not offer 
to the passenger a bed of roses. But the company was 
good, probably far better than in the saloon, to those 
who prefer human nature free from the overlay of con- 
vention. Among the steerage passengers were seven 
men who had been deported, all of them for good and 
sufficient reasons except one gigantic and flawless fel- 
low whose only fault was the possession of $21 instead 
of the requisite $25. The author says he could not help 
pitying the poor wretches whose only reward for years 
of repression of every appetite had been a month of 
misery and repression: 

"Porca di yfadonna .'" cursed the nearest, pointing to three 
small blue scars on his neck; "for nothing but these your in- 
fernal doctors have made me a beggar!" 

"On the sea, when it was too late," whined his companion, 
"they told me with red eyes should not go to New York, but 
to a city named Canada. Madre di Dio ! Why did I not take 
my ticket to this Canada?" 

"You will next time?" I hinted. 

"Xext time!" he shrieked, dropping from his bunk as noise- 
lessly as a cat. "Is there a next time with a book like that?" 
He shook in my face the libretto containing a record of his 
activities since birth, lacking which no Italian of the prole- 
tariat may live in peace in his own land nor embark for 
another. Across every page was stamped indelibly the word 

"They ruined it, curse them! It's something in your male- 
detta American language that tells the police not to let me 
go and the agenda not to sell me a ticket. My book is de- 
stroyed ! Sono scomunicato .' And where shall I get the 
money for this next time, diceme? To come to America I 
have worked nine. ten. sangue delta Vergine! how do I know 
how many years ! Why did I not take the ticket to this 
Canada ?" 

The ship officials were suspicious of Mr. Franck. 
Thev could not understand that any one should have a 
destination other than America or Italy, and therefore 
they were resolved to see that he did not land at Gibral- 
tar. And the British officials were equally suspicious. 
Probably never before had such a thing happened as 
a steerage passenger from Xew York to Gibraltar. 
The ship's commissaries produced the manifest to the 
boarding officer: 

"T'ird classy maneefesto, signori." he apologized. 

"Eh !" cried the Englishman. "A steerage passenger for 

The steward jerked his head backward toward me. 

"Humph !" said the spokesman, inspecting me from crown 
to toe. "Where do you hail from ?" 

Before I could reply there swarmed down the companion- 
way a host of cabin passengers, in port-of-call array, whom 
the Englishman greeted with bared head and his broadest 
welcome-to-our-city smile : then bowed to the launch ladder. 
As he resumed his chair I laid my passport before him. 

"For what purpose do you desire to land in Gibraltar?" he 

"I am bound for Spain " I began.' 

"Spain !" shouted the Briton, with such emphasis as if that 
land lav at the far ends of the earth. "Indeed! Where are 
you going from Gibraltar, and how soon?" 

"Until I get ashore I can hardly say; in a day or so, at 
least ; to Granada, perhaps, or Malaga." 

"Out of respect for the American passport." replied the 
Englishman grandiloquently, "I am going to let you land. 
But see you stick to this story-" 

From Gibraltar the author started off on his tramp 
inland and the great journey was begun. At San Pablo 
he could find no inn. but was received with unbounded 
hospitality by the alcalde, who informed him that it 
was impossible to walk to Cordoba, offered to pay his 
fare from his own pocket, entertained him royally, and 
refused to allow him to pay a cent for anything. But 
the alcalde was finally persuaded to trust the fool- 
hardy to the care of God. who was experienced in such 
matters, and so the journey was resumed. Such was 
Spanish courtesy, and of this the author was to have 
another experience on his first encounter with the 
guardias chiles, whom he met just outside Ronda : 

A mile up, two guardias cixiles emerged suddenly from a 
fissure, th<* sun glintine on their muskets and polished black 
three-cornered hats. Here, then, of all places, was to be my 
first meeting with these officious fellows, whose inouisitiveness 
was reported the chief drawback to a tramp in Spain. But 
thev greeted me with truly Spanish politeness, even cor- 
diality. Onlv casuallv. when we had chatted a bit. as is wont 
among travelers meeting on the road, did one of them sug- 
gest : 

"You carry", no doubt, seiior. your personal papers?" 
T dived into my shirt — my knapsack — and drew out mi- 
rk Tie officers admired it a moment side by side with- 
out makinc -o bold as to touch it. thanked me for privilege, 
raided a forefinger to their hats, and stalked on down the 
broiling rock. 

Ci ^n-tte-smoking is universal throughout Spain, 
sacred from the all-pervading smoke, and 
that the directors who should attempt to 

forbid smoking in their establishment would in all prob- 
ability be invited to hump over their own ledgers. And 
yet the tobacco is execrable: 

The Spaniard is strikingly the antithesis of the American 
in this, that his "pleasures." his addictions, come first and 
his work second. Let the two conflict and his work must be 
postponed or left undone. In contrast to his ceaseless smok- 
ing the Spaniard never chews tobacco ; his language has no 
word for that habit. 

To the foreigner who smokes Spain is no Promised Land. 
The ready-made cigarettes are an abomination, the tobacco a 
stringy shag that grows endurable only with long enduring. 
Matches, like tobacco, are a fabrication — and a snare — of the 
government monopoly. Luckily, fire was long before matches 
were. These old men of Jaen one and all carried flint and 
steel and in lieu of tinder a coil of fibrous rope fitted with a 
nickled ring as extinguisher. Few peoples equal the Spaniard 
in eagerness and ability to "beat" the government. 

A book about Spain would be incomplete without a 
description of a bull-fight. Such descriptions have 
often been given and Mr. Franck's experience need not 
be reproduced here. Suffice it to say that he acquits 
the Spanish woman of heartlessness. On the contrary, 
he says that in many ways she is exceedingly tender- 
hearted. The difference is in the point of view. More- 
over, the author seems a. little skeptical of the supposed 
feelings of the average foreigner who would have us 
believe that he was forced from the arena by disgust at 
the cruelty of the display: 

It is the all but universal custom, I note in skimming 
through the impressions of a half-hundred travelers in Spain, 
to decrj- bullfighting in the strongest terms. Nay, almost 
without exception, the chroniclers, who appear in most cases 
to be full-grown, able-bodied men, relate how a sickness nigh 
unto death came upon them at about the time the first bull 
was getting warmed up to his business which forced them to 
flee the scene forever. One must, of course, believe they 
are not posing before the gentle reader, but it comes at 
times with difficulty. To be sure, the game has little in 
common with croquet or dominoes ; there are stages of it, 
particularly the disemboweling of helpless hacks, that give 
the newcomer more than one unpleasant quarter of an hour. 
Indeed. I am inclined to think that had I a dictator's power 
I should abolish bullfighting tomorrow, or next Monday at 
least : but so, for that matter. I should auto races and country 
billboards, Salome dancers and politicians, trainboys and ticket 
speculators. Unfortunately 

It is the hunger for excitement that sends the Span- 
iard to the bull ring, and not the sight of blood and 
injuries which, in the intoxication of the game, he en- 
tirely loses sight of. But sometimes the bull-fight is 
used to compel the attention of the authorities to griev- 
ances that would otherwise go unnoticed: 

The newcomer will long remember his first bull— certainly 
if, as in my own case, the first bandarillero slips at the moment 
of thrusting his barbed darts and is booted like a soccer 
football half the ring by the snorting animal. Still less shall 
I forget the chill that shot through me when, with the fifth 
bull at the height of his fury, a gaunt and awkward boy of 
fifteen sprang suddenly over the barriers and shook his ragged 
blouse a dozen times in the animal's face. As many times 
he escaped a goring by the closest margin. The toreros did 
not for a moment lose their heads. Calmly and dexterously 
they manoeuvred until one of them drew the bull off, when 
another caught the intruder by the arm and marched him 
across the ring to the shade of the mayor's box. There the 
youth, who had taken this means of gaining an audience, 
lifted up a mournful voice and asked for food, asserting that 
he was starving — a statement that seemed by no means im- 
probable. The response was thumbs down. But he gained 
his point, in a way, for he was given a fortnight in prison. 
Incidents of the sort had grown so frequent of late in the 
plaza of Seville as to make necessary a new law, promul- 
gated in large letters on that day's programme. Printed 
words, in all probability, meant nothing to this neglected son 
of Seville. 

The Spanish bull is a genuine fighting animal, trained 
for the purpose, and demanding the utmost courage and 
resolution to overthrow. The meanest bull, says the 
author, that enters a Spanish ring is a more fearful 
brute than the king of a Texas ranch. Their horns are 
long and needle pointed and the empresa that dared 
turn into the ring a bull with the merest tip of a horn 
blunted or broken would be jeered into oblivion: 

The Spanish espada is almost invariably "game" to the last. 
The sixth bull of this Sunday's tournament was, as often hap- 
pens, the most ferocious. He killed six horses, wounded two 
picadores, tossed a chulo as high as a one-story house, and, at 
the first pass of Vasquez, the matador, knocked him down and 
gored him in the neck. A coward, one fancies, would have 
lost no time in withdrawing. Vasquez, on the contrary, 
crawled to his feet and swung half round the circle that all 
might see he was unafraid, though blood was streaming down 
his bespangled breast. The alguaciles between the barriers 
commanded him to retire, but it was to be noted that not on<- 
of them showed the least hint of entering the ring to enforce 
the order. The diestro advanced upon the defiant brute, un- 
furled his red muleta. poised his sword — and swooned flat on 
the sand. The bull walked slowly to him, sniffed at his mo- 
tionless form, and with an expression almost human of dis- 
dain, turned and trotted away. 

"Palmas al toro .'" bawled a boisterous fellow at my elbow, 
and the vast circle burst out in a thunder of hand-clapping 
and cries of "Bravo, toro!" while the wounded espada still 
lay senseless in the centre of the ring. 

At Guarraman he met a blind man who got his 
living by wandering from place to place telling the 
old stories of the country, an art that one had sup- 
posed to be extinct with the old troubadours : 

Then in the night that had settled down he fell to telling 
stories, not intentionally, one would have said, but uncon- 
sciously, fascinating tales as those of the "Arabian Xights," 
full of the color and the extravagance of the East, the twinkle 
of his cigarette gleaming forth from time to time and out- 
lining the boy seated wide-eyed on the floor at his feet with 
his head against his master's knee. He was as truly a min- 
strel as any troubadour that wandered in the days of chivalry- 
a born story-teller all but unconscious of his gift. When after 
a long time he left off, we drifted again into conversation. 
He was wholly illiterate and in compensation more filled with 
true knowledge n.nd wisdom than a houseful of schoolmen. 
His calling for five and twenty years had been just this 
of roaming about Spain telling his colorful stories. 

"Were you born so ?" I asked late in the evening. 

"Even so, seiior." 

"A sad misfortune." 

"You know best, senor.*' he answered, with a hearty laugh. 
"I have no notion how useful this feeling you call sight may 

be. but with those I have I live with what enjoyment is rea- 
sonable and find no need for another." 

Mr. Franck returns again and again to the subject of 
the Spanish priest, for whom he shows no love. After 
describing his agonies in the chair of a barber who had 
never learned his trade, he says: 

While I suffered, a priest dropped in to have his tonsure 
renovated and gloriously outdid in the scrotulousness of his 
anecdotes not only this clumsy wielder of the helmet of Mam- 
brino, but exposed poor timorous Boccaccio for a prude and 
a Quaker. 

The author quotes with approval Gautier's comment 
that "the Spanish church is scarcely any longer fre- 
quented except by tourists, mendicants, and horrible old 
women." In Toledo the priest was ubiquitous, and one 
can only wonder why a populace apparently so indif- 
ferent to religion should yet tolerate a priesthood that 
concentrates within itself the luxury of the country: 

Try though one may, one can not escape the conviction that 
the fat of Toledo goes to the priesthood, both physically and 
figuratively. High or low, the churchmen that overrun the 
place have ail a sleek, contented air and on their cj-nical, 
sordid faces an all too plain proof of addiction to the flesh 
pots; while the la3^man has always a hungry look, not quite 
always of animal hunger for food, but at least for those 
things that stand next above. Nowhere can one escape the 
cloth. Every half-hour one is sure to run across at least a 
bishop tottering under a fortune's worth of robes and attended 
by a bodyguard of acolytes, pausing now and again to shed 
his putative blessing on some devout passer-by. Of lesser 
dignitaries, of cowled monks and religious mendicants there 
is no lack, while with the common or garden variety of priest, 
a cigarette hanging from a corner of his mouth, his shovel 
hat set at a rakish angle, his black gown swinging with the 
jauntiness of a stage Mephistopheles, ogling the girls in street 
or promenade, the city swarms. Distressingly close is the 
resemblance of these latter to those creatures one may find 
loitering about the stage-door toward the termination of a 
musical comedy. 

Catholicism is quite a different thing from the ecclesi- 
astical establishment in the eyes of the Spaniard. To 
be Spanish is to be Catholic, but as for recognizing the 
church, that is quite another matter. Upon one occa- 
sion the author attracted some attention by his uncere- 
monious treatment of a fat priest, and he records the 
following conversation with an amused observer: 

"You are not then a Catholic, senor ?" 


"Ah ! A Socialist !" he cried with assurance. 

For to the masses of southern Europe Socialist and non- 
Catholic are synonymous. 

"I doubt, senor," I observed, "whether you yourself are a 

"Como, senor," he cried, raising his hands in a comical 
gesture of quasi-horror. "I, a enstino "iej'o. no Catholic!" 

"Do you go to church and do what your cura commands?" 

"What nonsense !" he cried, using a still more forcible 
term. "Who does? My wife goes now and then to confes- 
sion. I go to church, seiior, to be baptized, married, and 

"Why go then ?" 

"Caramba!" he gasped. "How else shall man be buried, 
married, and baptized ?" 

In Asturias the author found people who were Span- 
ish in little more than name, whose language was almost 
unintelligible, and whose sectionalism was so great that 
a man from one village would deeply resent being taken 
for the resident of another a mile distant. Their lan- 
guage was so primitive that the infinitive of the verb 
served indifferently for all tenses and persons. Natur- 
ally, his stories of the outside world were received with 
unfailing amazement: 

Most taking of all the stories I could produce were those 
concerning the high buildings of New York. I had developed 
this popular subject at some length when a mountaineer inter- 
posed a question that I made out at length to be a query 
whether those who live in these great houses spend all their 
time in them or take an hour or two every morning to climb 
the stairs. 

"Hay ascensores, senores," I explained, "elevators ; some 
expresses, some miztos, as on your railroads." 

A long unaccountable silence followed. I filled and lighted 
my pipe, and still only the heavy breathing of the untutored 
sons of the hills about me sounded. Finally one of them 
cleared his throat and inquired in a humble voice: 

"Would you be so kind, senor, as to tell us what is an ele- 
vator ?" 

It was by no means easy. Long explanation gave them only 
the conception of a train that ran up and down the walls of 
the building. How this overcame the force of gravity I did 
not succeed in making clear to them ; moreover, there was 
only one of the group that had ever seen a train. 

It may be inferred that Spain is suffering mainly 
from undevelopment and misgovernment. The author 
is frank in his diagnosis of these evils and in the reme- 
dies that he would employ: 

There is one road to redemption for Spain — that she shoot 
her priests and set her soldiers to work. As isolated indi- 
viduals the merry, dissolute fellows of the cloth might be 
permitted to live on as they have, and suffer the natural end 
of such living. But as a class they are beyond reform ; 
their point of view is so utterly warped and incorrigible, 
they have grown so pestiferous with laziness and "graft" 
that there is no other remedy, "no hay otro remedio" as the 
Spaniard himself would say could his throttled mind cast off 
the rubbish of superstition and cant for one clear thought. 
Let him who protests that they are teachers of the youth go 
once and see what they teach — the vapid, -senseless lies about 
"saints" so far from truth as to be an abomination, so far 
above the possible aspirations and attainments of real hu- 
manity as to force the rising generations from very hope- 
lessness of imitation to lose heart and sink to iniquity as the 
priesthood has done before them. Or are there some who 
still credit them with feeding the poor? A high praise, in- 
deed, exactly equal to that due the footpad who refunds his 
victim carfare that he may be the more quickly rid of him. 

Here we must leave an unusual book, but a book for 
which the author has prepared us by his previous ex- 
ploits elsewhere and along similar lines. Mr. Franck 
is a born traveler, and if his favorite methods imply 
privations and hardships it is evident enough that the 
compensations are adequate. 

Four Months Afoot ix Spaix. By Harry A. 
Franck. Illustrated with photographs. Xew York: 
The Century Company. 

IV- &*M&m 

January 20, 1912. 




The Healer. 
Mr. Herrick presents us with a double prob- 
lem, and it can not be said that he solves 
either. His hero is an unconventional physi- 
cian, a man of real learning, but who has 
been so sickened by the charlatanism of his 
profession that he has gone out into the wil- 
derness to minister to the hunters and trap- 
pers. Eric Holden is a '"healer." He has all 
the knowledge of the schools and he has also 
that indefinable gift that makes the true physi- 
cian, a gift of healing that ought not to be 
bought or sold. The author is not the only 
one to feel that the art of the healer, of the 
true physician, can not be acquired, although 
it may be aided, by intellectual study, but he 
leaves us in doubt if the "institutional" system 
of medicine whose practitioners are paid by 
salaries and not by fees is actually the remedy 
that we know to be needed. 

The second of Mr. Herrick's problems is the 
old one. Holden is called upon to operate 
on a beautiful girl who has injured her head 
while on a summer vacation in the woods. 
His unconventional bearing and dress and his 
unusual force of character have their due 
effect upon an impressionable girl and Nell is 
convinced that the life of the woods and in 
pursuit of an ideal is exactly the one for her. 
And so she marries Holden and is happy 
while the glamour lasts. Then comes the dis- 
illusion, Nell has been carried away on a 
wave of sentiment, but when the wave re- 
cedes, as waves do, we find that she is quite 
a conventional young woman with a love of 
dress, of the big city, and of the round of 
social observances that constitute the life of 
her tribe. And, of course, she needs money. 
Then the struggle begins. Holden is gradually 
enticed into changing his camp hospital into a 
sanatorium that becomes fashionable. Slowly 
he feels that he is drifting back into the med- 
ical quackery from which he had escaped, and 
he foresees that the orthodox city practice is 
ahead of him unless he rebels. It is the old 
struggle between the ideals of the man and 
the conventions of the woman. There can be 
no permanent tie between them. There must 
be either a surrender or a breaking of the tie. 
And for this problem also we find no solution 
except one that is not in the book. Men with 
ideals incompatible with society conventions 
should not marry, for no woman ever surren- 
ders willingly a social status that is more 
dear to her than life itself. 

Mr. Herrick fills his stage comfortably. 
There is the young city doctor who throws 
in his lot with Holden, the company promoter 
who looks upon financial indifference as a sort 
of insanity and there are the wife's relatives, 
who deplore her union with a barbarian. 
Other characters flit to and fro, doing useful 
bits of story-building and reflecting the light 
upon the central theme. Mr. Herrick is a 
master of the art of story construction. He 
takes himself seriously, and if his problems 
are those of human nature and to be solved 
only by time and a growing wisdom he is 
hardly to blame for that. 

The Healer. By Robert Herrick. New York: 
The Macmillan Company; $1.35 net. 

The Blood of the Arena. 

We are indebted to the translator of this 
story for a striking and realistic picture ot 
Spanish life, a story writen, of course, for 
Spaniards and therefore free from all appeal 
to foreign sentiment. Such a story is worth 
a dozen travel books, or impressionistic de- 
scriptions of Spanish life. 

"The Blood of the Arena" is the story of a 
bull-fighter, or rather of a matador, for the 
various grades of the arena are carefully de- 
fined. We see him as a boy haunting the 
slaughter-houses in search of amateur adven- 
ture among the cattle. Then comes the 
chance to show his mettle in the real sport 
and at last Gallardo b'ossoms forth as a full- 
fledged matador of extraordinary daring and 
therefore the idol of Seville and finally of 
the country at large. 

We have, in short, a picture of bull-fighting 
from the inside and with all the wealth of 
detail that only a Spaniard and a skilled 
writer can give to it. We see Gallardo in 
the dressing-room, in the arena, intoxicated 
with the plaudits of the crowd, nursing his 
wounds after a disaster, and we understand 
his ambitions, his fears, and his humiliation 
after defeat and loss of nerve. The story is 
valuable because it is not the result merely 
of inquiry or curious observation. It is a 
picture of bull-fighting life by one to whom 
bull-fighting as a national amusement is nor- 
mal. And it is drawn for those to whom 
bull-fighting is normal. It is a picture from 
the inside, and not from the outside. 

The general effect is to make us slightly 
more tolerant of the national Spanish sport. 
At least we are willing to raise it to a level 
with fox-hunting, and deer-coursing, perhaps 
even to that of the more deadly football. 
Dr. Ruiz, the surgeon of the Seville arena, 
explains to us that we must sometimes have 
a spice of savagery to redeem our civiliza- 
tion. There was a time when the auto da fc 
was a public festival and when Spaniards 
roamed over the world in quest of adventure. 
But the Inquisition is gone and the Spaniards 
stay at home and witness the bull-fight in- 
stead of the ig of heretics, and kill bulls 
instead o •-; and Indians. All other 

people have their corresponding sports, quite 
as cruel, and often more so. Barbarous, all 
of them, but the barbarous part of human 
nature still demands to be fed. 

The story, as a story, is admirably written, 
with well-balanced parts and all the restraint 
that marks a serious work. It is neither a 
defense of bull-fighting nor wholly an attack 
upon it. It is more effective than either be- 
cause it seems to be the dispassionate truth. 
And it is specially noteworthy because it 
marks a questioning attitude on the part of 
the Spanish as to the legitimacy of a sport 
that may be equaled elsewhere in cruelty but 
that can not thus be justified. 

The Blood of the Arena. By V. Blasco Ibanez. 
Translated by Frances Douglas. Chicago: A. C. 
McClurg & Co.; $1.35 net. 

When Dr. Jordan deals with the subject of 
heredity he always writes as though he knew. 
He uses the same terminology of precision 
that he would employ in explaining the bony 
structure of a fish or the circulation of the 
blood. We should never guess that his con- 
clusions are theories or that when he is most 
emphatic he is only guessing. 

"The Heredity of Richard Roe" is a plea 
for eugenics. Dr. Jordan describes it as a 
'"discussion," but it is not a discussion. He 
is not arguing with us. He is telling us. 

Now Dr. Jordan has a right to advance any 
theories that commend themselves to him, and 
it is our privilege to read them and to ad- 
mire his scholarship and the bold lucidity of 
his presentation. But theories should be pre- 
sented as theories, and not as fixed conclu- 
sions of science. The chemist who tells us 
of the composition of water can take us into 
his laboratory and prove the truth of what 
he says. But can Dr. Jordan prove to us 
that "whatever our Richard Roe may be, his 
nature was fixed by that of his parents." Of 
course he can not, for by "nature" the author 
means the whole nature, moral, mental, and 
physical. The mental nature of Shakespeare, 
and Paul, and Napoleon, and Jeanne d'Arc 
were all "fixed" by their parents, just as the 
nature of a sausage is "fixed" by the in- 
gredients on the chopping board. It may be 
so but science has not proved this. It has 
only guessed at it. 

Elsewhere we have the same positiveness 
of statement about the unknown and perhaps 
the unknowable. Thus we are told : "The 
theory that the ego is a separate being which 
p'ays on the organs of the brain as a mu- 
sician on the keys of a piano belongs not to 
science but to poetry ... it is not fact." 
Dr. Jordan means that it is not ascertained 
fact, but to say that such a theory is not 
true is unscientific, quite as unscientific as 
to assert that the blood of St. Januarius lique- 
fies as a portent of coming events. It is to 
be feared that science and piety are sadly 
dogmatic, science more so than piety. We 
might remind Dr. Jordan that there are scien- 
tists as eminent as himself, which is saying 
a great deal, who believe that the ego is 
separate from the brain and that it plays 
upon the brain as a musician on a piano. But 
they do not dogmatize on it. 

Having a theory, the author proceeds in the 
recognized scientific way to deny all the facts 
that seem to controvert it. It is surprising 
what a robust and inclusive denial can do for 
a theory- Pre-natal influences, for example, 
are not wholly friendly to heredity, so pre- 
natal influences are swept upon one side with 
a wave of the hand as possibly having little 
or no existence. And yet almost any gyne- 
cologist could establish the facts past all cavil. 
There is room in the world for eugenics in 
tabloid doses, especially when presented in 
such a finished form as this. Eut the ma- 
jority of people will still cling to the convic- 
tion that there is something in human nature, 
it may be genius, or love, or the power of 
self-sacrifice, that is not due to a fortuitous 
concourse of parents and grandparents and 
that is incalculable. The majority of people 
will still believe that there are laws relating 
to human character of which materialistic 
science has not yet caught a glimpse. 

The Heredity of Richard Roe. By David 
Starr Jordan. Boston: American Unitarian Asso- 
ciation; $1.20. 

Love vs. Law. 

This book created some sensation in France 
and it deserves attention in other countries 
where women have not yet invaded the law 
but are doubtless intending to do so. The 
author's object seems to be to show that 
women must choose between public and do- 
mestic life, so far, at least, as law is con- 
cerned; that they can not have both. 

The story centres around Andre Velines and 
his wife. Both are lawyers, but Andre is in- 
comparably the better lawyer of the two. But 
Henrietta is beautiful, her appearance in 
court is a novelty, and she has a woman's 
influence over judges and juries. Naturally 
she gets the lion's share of the business and, 
equally naturally, there is a certain resent- 
ment on Andre's part and a gradual estrange- 
ment in the domestic circle. It is all very 
pitiful, because we feel the incongruity of such 
an interposition. Business has become a dis- 
integrating force where all other elements are 

The author has genuine skill in drawing her 
pictures. She creates the atmosphere of the 
law courts with the new ingredient of femi- 

nine influence, the pervading suggestion of 
sex sentiments and jealousies, the tragedy of 
the unsuccessful woman, the no lesser tragedy 
of the successful. We feel that the reign of 
cold, intellectual justice has been challenged 
and that influences of discord and injustice 
have secured a footing under the guise of pity 
and tenderness. "Love vs. Law" is a book 
to be read, a book of marked literary skill, a 
book with a meaning. 

Love vs. Law. By Colette Yver. New York: 
G. P. Putnam's Sons; $1.35. 

Mr, Romain Rolland's new volume on Tol- 
stoy is hardly a biography nor is it wholly 
a literary criticism, but rather a combination 
of the two. It is an effort to make Tolstoy 
write his own biography by means of his 
letters and books, to trace the development 
of Tolstoy's consciousness as it is revealed 
in his own work. The success is sufficiently 
striking to justify the attempt. Mr. Rolland 
seems to give us a more complete picture of 
essentials than could be given in the more 
orthodox biography. He shows us, moreover, 
that an extreme admiration for Tolstoy is 
by no means incompatible with trenchant 
criticism. He was unjust to Beethoven and 
indeed to musicians in general, and he be- 
lieved that music ought to be regulated by 
the state in order that incompetent persons 
may not "wield so frightful a hypnotic power." 
But, says the author, music can have no evil 
influence over those who have no ears to 
hear it, that is to say the average audience. 
Tolstoy's assaults upon science were simi- 
larly unbalanced and arose from a certain 
mental impetuosity that clung obstinately to 
first impressions. Tolstoy always believed 
that he was the first to discover his own 
theories, while his championship of the con- 
science against the intellect led him often into 
extravagances. Mr. Rolland has given us a 
penetrating and judicial survey and we seem 
to know Tolstoy the better for his work. 

Tolstoy. By Romain Rolland. New York: E. 
P. Dutton & Co.; $1.50 net. 


Probably furniture is more indicative of 
national characteristics even than archi- 
tecture, because it is more general and more 
domestic. National ideas of art, utility, and 
comfort would naturally find embodiment in 
articles of daily use, and so the interior of 
the house becomes more expressive than the 
outside and more eloquent of the people who 
built it. The subject of furniture is one not 
to be overlooked by the historian and the 

In this respect Esther Singleton has ren- 
dered a service of marked value. No more 
comprehensive history of furniture has ever 
been written nor one that shows a wider re- 
search or a deeper knowledge. Beginning 
with early Egypt, she traces the history and 
development of domestic furniture down to 
the present day, illustrating her subject with 
119 plates and sixty-eight text cuts. Her 
book should be a delight to the collector, and 
if it can stimulate the manufacturer to a 
greater inventiveness or even to imitative- 
ness it will not have been written in vain. 

Furniture. By Esther Singleton. New York: 
Duffield & Co.; $7.50 net. 

Mr. S. G. Tallentyre calls his story "a vil- 
lage chonicle." Certainly it is hardly a novel, 
seeing that it has no definite beginning nor 
end. It deals with country life in England a 
hundred years ago, when the Quarterly was a 
power in the land and the "Pickwick Papers" 
had just appeared in volume form. We have 
the squire and his lady, the country doctor 
and the country lawyer, the young ladies who 
wore white muslins upon state occasions and 
sang pretty, simple songs, and were always 
chaperoned, and who flirted as much as such 
circumstances would permit. It is all charm- 
ingly and quaintly told and with as much in- 
terest as though it were a regular novel with 
the curtain falling to the strains of the wed- 
ding march. The author has done a dainty 
piece of work, a well-drawn picture of the last 

Basset. Bv S. G. Tallentyre. New York: 
Moffat, Yard & Co.; $1.50 net 

Ember Light. 
This is a story of two married couples, a 
rich and a poor, who work out the fate often 
enough allotted to differences in financial 
status when nature takes a hand in the game 
of compensation, as she usually does. John 
Ingleby and his wife are poor, and it some- 
times happens that the man deteriorates under 
poverty while the woman is glorified. Wealth 
too often reverses the process and degrades 
the woman. The author tells the story feel- 
ingly, but is a little too prone to allegorical 
interludes and to a loss of directness. 

Ember Light. By Roy Rolfe Gilson. New 
York: Baker & Taylor Company; $1.30. 

Chemical Problems. 
Professor Duncan tells us that solid oppor- 
tunities for wealth lie everywhere at hand. 
The world materials are capable of a thou- 
sand useful applications not yet discovered or 
developed. We need a thousand things that 

chemistry will give us if we as a thou- 

sand lubricants to life waiting only to be 
claimed. In the course of a substantial vol- 
ume the author tells us in what directions to 
look, and the most promising fields for dis- 
covery, and he writes not as one who is in- 
terested in money-making, but rather as one 
who would enlarge the field of human knowl- 
edge and who would invite as many as pos- 
sible to the same quest. The book is a fas— 
nating one from the theoretical point of view. 
In practice it becomes invaluable. 

Some Chemical Problems of Today. By Rob- 
ert Kennedy Duncan. New York: Harper & 
Brothers; $2 net. 

Briefer Reviews. 
"Robert Louis Stevenson," by Isobel Strong 
(Charles Scribner's Sons), is a short biogra- 
phy and appreciation by the joint author with 
Lloyd Osbourne of "Memoirs of Vailima." 
It contains nothing that is strikingly new, but 
it is pleasantly and intimately writen and a 
worthy member of the little library with 
which it is uniform. The price is $1. 

The Medieval Town series (E. P. Dutton 
& Co.; $1.75 per volume) has been enlarged 
by the addition of "Coventry," by Mary Dor- 
mer Harris. This series is now an extensive 
one and covers a large number of the me- 
diaeval towns of Europe. "Coventry" is a 
well-written history of a town that played a 
large part in the history of the middle ages. 

In "The Writing of News," by Charles G. 
Ross (Henry Holt & Co.), the author has done 
as much for the newspaper aspirant as can 
be done by advice and admonition. The city 
editor will do the rest, but perhaps not so 
suavely nor so patiently. Mr. Ross treats 
every ordinary department of news and he 
adds chapters upon newspaper correspondence 
and copy-reading. It is a useful book. 

"The Woman Movement in America," by 
Belle Squire (A. C. McClurg & Co.), will be 
found to answer the purpose of those who 
need a brief and concise account of the 
"struggle for equal rights." Perhaps so short 
a work wou'd have been better had it been / 
entirely historical, but the author has thought 
it well to make it somewhat in the nature 
of a plea, and she pleads vigorously and well. 
There are several portrait illustrations. 

"Essentials of Exposition and Argument," 
by William Trufant Foster, Ph. D. (Houghton 
Mifflin Company; 90 cents), is intended for 
the use of high schools, academies, and de- 
bating clubs. The essentials of exposition 
and argument are presented in simple form 
and from the point of view of the high school 
student. There is a chapter on brief drawing 
and another on evidence, the whole book being 
enriched with clear illustrations of the prin- 
ciples involved. 

"The Boy with the U. S. Census," by Fran- 
cis Rolt-Wheeler (Lothrop, Lee & Shepard 
Company; $1.50), is an unusual book and a 
good one. It is intended to familiarize the 
young with the general working of the gov- 
ernment so far as its operations come within 
the scope of the census taker. It therefore 
includes a large number of national problems, 
such as immigration, and these are handled 
not only accurately, but in a way acceptable 
to the boy reader. 

"English for New Americans," by W. Stan- 
wood Field and Mary E. Coveney (Silver. 
Burdett & Co.), is intended for the use of 
adult non-English-speaking pupils and is based 
upon the opinion that the ordinary text-books 
supplied for that purpose are too difficult, the 
vocabularies too large and the subject matter 
too far beyond the pupil's educational back- 
ground. The book with its illustrations and 
vocabularies in many languages seems well 
adapted to its purpose. 

The boy scout movement was certain to call 
forth an appropriate literature, and so we 
have a fine story by John Finnemore entitled 
"Brother Scouts" (J. B. Lippincott Company). 
The scene is laid in China and we have a long 
series of fights with pirates and all other 
kinds of adventure that boy scouts were in- 
vented to engage in. The book is a large 
one and contains a full allowance of colored 
illustrations of a nature vigorous enough to 
correspond with the text, which is saying a 
good deal. 

Hodder & Stoughton have added "David 
Copperfield" to the sumptuous edition of 
Dickens now in course of preparation. Noth- 
ing handsomer of its kind has been seen for 
a long time. The pages measure about 11x8 
inches, the type is excellent, and the binding 
is in red and gold. But the chief charm of 
the book is in the twenty-one colored illustra- 
tions by Frank Reynolds, R. I. Illustrations 
are usually a matter of taste and personal 
conception, but Mr. Reynolds seems to have 
caught the- spirit of the story with unusual 

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January 20, 1912. 


The Capitals of China. 
Those who speak of the yellow peril or 
who look upon China with jealousy or fear 
will not find much consolation in Dr. Geil's 
imposing book. Nor will they be able to dis- 
count its authority. Dr. Geil's status as a 
Chinese traveler has long been established, 
and even this remarkable work can place it no 
higher than it is already. When he wrote 
"A Yankee on the Yangtze" he showed his 
capacity to see and to judge, and now he 
completes his task, or at least continues it, 
by this summary of the history and condition 
of each of China's capitals and of the eighteen 
cities that dominate her eighteen provinces. 
There is nothing perfunctory in Dr. Geil's 
work. He knows whereof he speaks and he 
writes always of human beings and human 
things and not of the possibilities of exploita- 
tion for money-getting. 

Dr. Geil says that China is arming and he 
tells us what he means by this. He says 
that arsenals are in evidence in every great 
centre, that no white man may enter the bar- 
racks, that soldiers may not talk with white 
men, and that this is true, not here and there 
only, but at every capital. The whole em- 
pire, he tells us, seems to be arming, not in 
extraordinary haste, but with thoroughness, 
with doggedness, and with resources where- 
with no one European nation can compare. 
The worm, he infers, is about to turn. There 
will be no more such monuments as that 
erected to Von Ketteler, whose "crash may 
be heard any day." Imagine a monument to 
Benedict Arnold in the Capitol at Washing- 
ton and then estimate the feelings of the 
Chinaman when he looks at the monument to 
Von Ketteler. 

The records of the eighteen capitals are 
of remarkable interest. In many cases, and 
as illustrations, these are copied verbatim, 
and curious mixtures of fact and superstition 
they are. Here, for example, is an extract 
from the annals of K'un Ming Hsien : 
"Fourth moon, sixth year, Chia Ching, the 
Drum of Heaven sounded very loud. Eighth 
moon, fourteenth year, same reign, a star fell, 
sounding like thunder. Seventh moon, thirty- 
fifth year, a comet appeared. It was several 
feet in length and lasted for a moon. In the 
summer of the twenty-ninth year of Wan Li 
there was a terrible famine. In the thirty- 
fifth year of Wan Li an extraordinary bird 
screamed; the shrieking killed many people." 
Here we have an historical model that for 
condensation leaves nothing to be desired. 
The author's style is always upon a high 
plane, his information exact, and his presen- 
tation an impressive one. Those who want 
commercial facts will not find them here, but 
those who desire an insight into the national 
spirit of China, past and present, will do well 
to consult Dr. Geil's unique work. 

Eighteen Capitals of China. By William 
Edgar Geil. Philadelphia: J. B. Lippincott Com- 
pany; $5 net. 

His Rise to Power. 
' Mr. Miller gives us a story of reform poli- 
tics that is much like many that have gone 
before it with the addition of a saner outlook 
upon conditions. We have a young district 
attorney who is the embodiment of all the vir- 
tues and who challenges the supremacy of a 
machine that is the embodiment of all the 
vices. Of course there is the beautiful daugh- 
ter of one of the "higher ups" and with whom 
the district attorney falls in love and who 
does her best to persuade him to play the 
ordinary game of political life in the ordinary 

The story is a departure from the usual 
formula in its more correct estimate of facts. 
We are not asked to look upon a community 
that is hungering after righteousness and that 
is foiled by the machinations of a few clever 
villains. On the contrary we are told that 
the people alone are to blame, that they 
create the criminals and approve of them. 
"We don't really care," says one of the char- 
acters. "We don't want things changed. Be- 
cause politics as it is exactly represents the 
national and personal ideals of the people." 
Reform must be directed to the "average citi- 
zen." Nothing can be done without the 
leavening of the mass with moral ideals. 

His Rise to Power. Bv Henry Russell Miller. 
Indianapolis: Bobbs-Merrill Company; $1.25 net. 

Gossip of Books and Authors. 
The publishing business of the Baker & 
Taylor Company has been sold to Doubleday, 
Page & Co. The Baker & Taylor Company 
will confine itself hereafter to wholesaling the 
publications of other publishers. 

The first chapters of a new novel by Wil- 
liam J. Locke, "Stella Maris," appear in the 
January Century, promising a tale of charm- 
ing fantastic conception and treatment. 

Professor Richard Burton, of the University 
of Minnesota, controverts the impression 
which many critics are conveying that there 
has been a falling off in the quality of novel- 
writin:, and that the great makers of novels 
are dead, or, like Mr. Hardy, have ceased to 
produce. He instances the group of younger 
novel-writers in England and America, who 

"e already won or are winning their spurs, 
'^proving this pessimistic conclusion, and 
' ..n to m: ';e another statement which will 

interest many people — that the novel which 
ten years ago sold by the hundred thousand 
does not sell so largely today, not because 
people are less interested in fiction, but be- 
cause they are reading other kinds of litera- 

Anne Douglas Sedgwick's "Tante," which is 
to be issued in this country by the Century 
Company this week, has run into several edi- 
tions in England. The author is a native of 
Englewood, New Jersey, but has lived abroad, 
largely in Paris and London, since childhood. 
Two of her latest works, "A Fountain Sealed" 
and "Franklin Winslow Kane," have dealt 
largely with American life and character. 
"Tante" is the story of a woman of almost 
phenomenal beauty and charm, the greatest 
pianist of her day, and of the cosmopolitan 
crowd which surrounds her. 

R. C. Lehman, present editor of Punch, 
has compiled a volume of letters of Dickens 
which more particularly illustrate his connec- 
tion with Household Words. The book is 
called "Dickens as Editor." Sturgis & Wal- 
ton Company will bring it out early next 

Annie Kimball Tuell, in the current Atlantic 
Monthly, says that Thackeray has gained in 
affection after all the years. That no longer 
is he called insufferably cynical, but that in 
him is recognized the kindly man, the chival- 
rous editor, the artist strong and light of 
touch. Miss Tuell is not alone in her be- 
lief, though there are more gray-heads, per- 
haps, than youths in the ranks of his faith- 
ful readers. 

The recent acquisition by the Metropolitan 
Museum of "On the Southern Plains in 
1860" by Frederic Remington has fulfilled the 
expressed wish of that artist to be repre- 
sented there by a painting as well as by his 
bronzes. Yet it is probable that Remington 
will continue to be known primarily as an 
illustrator in black and white. 

Miss Elizabeth McCracken will be editor 
of the new Houghton Mifflin Company 
monthly, Home Progress Magazine, 

Shelley's likeness to Plato and his debt to 
him are traced by a writer in the University 
Magazine. The English poet, like any Greek, 
"lacked utterly the Puritanic distinction of 
right and wrong," hating sin because it was 
ugly rather than because it was sinful ; had 
"no deep sense of awe"; and like Plato, "cor- 
dially disliked history, and yet had a won- 
derful intuitive grasp of a political situation." 

The "Almanach de Gotha" for 1912 is the 
one hundred and forty-sixth annual issue. 

"Trilby" was the first "best-seller." As 
proof that there is something in the "best- 
selling" matter, the Bookman, which knows 
that its monthly list is the subject of some 
ridicule, reminds us of Du Maurier's book, 
and that the other best-sellers of that time 
were "The Prisoner of Zenda," "The Manx- 
man," and "Beside the Bonnie Briar Bush." 
The Bookman editor does not think that 
these books have been entirely forgotten after 
seventeen years. Last year's six best-sellers 
were "Molly Make-Believe," "The Broad 
Highway," "The Prodigal Judge," ''The 
Rosary," "Queed," and "The Long Roll." 

New Books Received. 

The Principles of Bond Investment. By Law- 
rence Chamberlain. New York: Henry Holt & Co. 

An elaborate treatise upon every department of 
bond finance. 

Our Common Friends and Foes. By Edwin A. 
Turner. New York: American Book Company; 
30 cents. 

A collection of original stories about some fa- 
miliar animals. 

Second Year Latin for Sight Reading. By 
Arthur L. Janes. New York: American Book 
Company; 40 cents net. 

Caesar and Nepos. 

Adventures in Life and Letters. By Michael 

Monahan. New York: Mitchell Kennerley; $1.50 

A series of essays. 

High School Geography. By Charles R. 
?i r ?n r * NCW York: Americ an Book Company ; 

Parts I and II. Physical and economic. 

The Immigration Problem. By Jeremiah W 
Jenks, Ph. D., LL. D., and Sett Lauck, A. B. 
New York: Funk & Wagnalls Company. 

"How does immigration affect American civiliza- 
tion, and what is its influence likely to be in the 

Her Husband. By Julia Magruder. Boston: 
Small, Maynard & Co.; $1.35 net. 
A new novel. 

One Hundred Folksongs of All Nations. 
Edited by Granville Bantock. Boston: Oliver Dit- 
son Company; $1.50. 


In the Cloth-Mill. 
In the dark high-raftered room 
Sits the weaver at his loom; 
Now to right, and now to left 
Speeds the shuttle through the weft. 
Like a bird across the sky 
Back and forth he makes it fly. 
Or like mouse when all are sleeping 
See it through the threads come creeping. 
Then, as though affrighted, dive, 
Till you think it thing alive! 

Music here the weaver makes, 

When the great loom throbs and shakes, 

When his hand and foot shall beat 

Quick-step march for soldiers' feet; 

Or a song for shepherd lads, 

While he weaves their chequered plaids. 

Till the loom with one voice speaking 

Sets each beam and rafter creaking, 

Till the song of warp and woof 

Rises rocking to the roof. 

Swifter till the web be done, 
Singing all the way you run, 

Fly shuttle, faster fly, 

Weave the ragged fleeces! 

— From "Poems," by Mama Pease. 

In gorgeous plumage, azure, gold and green, 
They trample the pale flowers, and their shrill cry 
Troubles the garden's bright tranquillity! 
Proud Birds of Beauty, splendid and serene, 
Spreading their brilliant fans, screen after screen 
Of burnished sapphire, gemmed with mimic suns — 
Strange magic eyes, that, so the legend runs, 
Will bring misfortune to this fair demesne. . . . 

And my gay youth, that, vain and debonair, 
Sits in the sunshine — tired at last of play 
(A child, that finds the morning all too long), 
Tempts with its beauty that disastrous day 
When in the gathering darkness of despair 
Death shall strike dumb the laughing mouth of 

— From "The Inn of Dreams," by Olive Custance 
(Lady Alfred Douglas). 

At Olympia 
The fanes of Zeus and Hera spell decay; 

Of those who worshiped here there is no trace 
Save, mute within the valley's wide embrace, 
Symbols that show how Glory passed away. 
Where once she dazzled with her morning ray 
These broken columns, mighty in disgrace, 
Attest; for they like phantoms haunt the place 
And glean no little wonder from the day. 
And yet why mourn? Why marvel that no more 
The altar smokes? The sun holds no regrets; 
The sea hold none; the mountains wear no 
Still Alpheus dimples onward as of yore; 
And lo! the air is sweet with violets. 

Gods come and go; Nature alone remains. 

— C. G. Blanden, in Chicago Post. 

The Light Heart. 
Vibrations sweet as from a plectrum fall 
Upon a world that gathers store with loss — 
A world no longer visible and gross, 
Loud with the unseen owl's hallooing call 
From far-down frontiers, to take the ear. 
We see the mighty heart of Heaven bare; 
Untraceable in gliding through the air 
The earth-embracing moon looks full and clear, 
Leading on night distinct with many a star, 
Unhooding our dull eyes, until they see 
Bright shoots of light out of infinity, 
Phantasms divine, shadows of things that are. 

If in the inviolable sky we spell 

No letter of a message; if we see 

Of all the noble shows of nights and days 

None for us, or our hopes designed, this pays 

The expense of duller being here. What matter 

This mortal earth that scatters and decays, 

If we have tasted this? If we be shed 

As the perfected olive to her bed 

As worshiping the creature that begat her. 

— From "Poems," by Miss M. Jourdain. 

The world has seen no royal musician since 
Frederick the Great played his last tune on 
his flute. The approaching centenary of the 
birth of Frederick has revived interest in 
the great man's Tityrean piping, and a cer- 
tain industrious Johannes Hennigsen has un- 
earthed contemporary comments on his play- 
ing. It seems that the king excelled in adagio 
movements, into which he infused a warmth 
and tenderness of feeling that would hardly 
have been expected from the conqueror of 
Rossbach and the friend of Voltaire. "It is 
difficult to listen to his performances without 
weeping," says one musician. Toward the end 
of the Seven Years War he sat down to play 
in a quartet, and at the finish cried enthusi- 
astically : "It is as sweet as sugar 1" His 
companions were not so sure, For Frederick 
had lost a tooth and his fingers had stiffened 
with gout. Finally in 1778 he had to give up 
his flute-playing, and "I have lost my best 
friend" was the wail of the disconsolate 



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The Man Who Lows Is Safe 

Being absolutely certain in this world 
is what counts. The mfc- who KNOWS is 
always sure of himself. Others are just as 
sure of him, because tlrey know he is de- 
pendable. He never guesses. He never 
says his figures are "just aUyut right." his 
watch is "almost" correct, or that a train 
leaves "nearly" on the hour. 

But this is not an essay on efficiency. 

How many men know when the last car 
leaves a certain point? Suppose you were 
detained until after midnight, and you 
were dependent on the street-car service 
to carry you to your destination here in 
San Francisco. Would you know for a 
certainty when and where to make connec- 
tions ? 

As a matter of public interest and for 
the direct benefit of the public, the follow- 
ing schedule of the "Owl" service of the 
United Railroads is herewith presented: 

Sutter Street line leaves Sansome at 
1 :18 a., m. and half-hourly thereafter. 

Turk and Eddy line leaves the Ferry at 
1 a. m. and half-hourly thereafter. 

Haight Street line leaves Haight and 
Market at 2:16 a. m. and half-hourly 

Valencia Street line leaves Ferry at 1:30 
a. m. and half-hourly thereafter. 

Market Street line leaves Ferry at 1:15 
a. m. and hourly thereafter. 

Fillmore and Sixteenth Street lines leave 
Broadway at 1 a. m. and half-hourly there- 

Eighth and Eighteenth Street lines leave 
Eighth and Market at 1 :50 a. m. and 
hourly thereafter. 

Third and Kearny Street line leaves S. 
P. Depot at 1 :40 a. m. and half-hourly 

Mission and Twenty-Fourth Street lines 
leave Twenty-Fourth and Hoffman Streets 
at 1 :10 a. m. and half-hourly thereafter. 

Sunnyside Street line leaves Fourteenth 
and Valencia Streets at 1 :16 a. m. and 
hourly thereafter. 

This information will be gladly received 
by every person who has recourse to the 
street-car. Lack of this knowledge, it is 
safe to say, causes many a belated San 
Franciscan many a wearisome wait, many 
a long, tiresome tramp and untold vexa- 
tion of spirit in the "wee sma' hours" of 
the night. 

How convenient it would be if one had 
a card with this schedule printed on it, 
pocketbook size, which could be readily 
consulted. And there are such cards. The 
United Railroads has had them printed for 
public distribution, and they can be ob- 
tained by application at the office head- 
quarters, unless it is desired to cut out this 
announcement and paste the necessary part 
of it on a card at home. 

The "Owl" cars run on time, as do the 
cars operated during the day, for sched- 
ules must be followed to maintain the 
proper operation of the entire system, and 
the faultfinder — there are professionals 
in this sphere of action — is informed that 
a constant and minute check is kept on the 
running time of all cars, and the officials 
not only demand, but obtain a high degree 
of conformity between the schedules and 
actual running time. Any blocking of the 
street by a vehicle can, it will be readily 
seen, throw the entire schedule out of 
gear and tie up a long string of cars, caus- 
ing delay for which the carmen are some- 
times blamed by unreasonable passengers. 




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Much curiosity was felt in America from 
the very first to know how America and 
Americans would figure in grand opera, and 
here in California, whose early history fur- 
nished the theme, the interest has reached 
the acute stage. Bret Harte has immor- 
talized our beginnings in fiction, and now the 
opera composer of the day is giving to those 
picturesque times a musical setting. So we 
are keen to know what "The Girl of the 
Golden West" is like, translated into grand 

Well, to be explicit, she is not very much 
like "The Girl of the Golden West." She is 
very Italian, very traditional, very conven- 
tional, from operatic standards. She is a 
pretty, plump, black-haired, black-eyed piece 
of operatic femininity, who falls in love at 
first sight, and who conducts a Bible class in 
a saloon. I think we Californians have taken 
the Bible class a little hard ; have rather 
balked at it, in fact. We don't recognize its 
vraisemblance. The miners who frequent 
Minnie's saloon are early California miners in 
dress only, plus a few antics. Their manners 
and sentiments are those of the average ope- 
ratic chorus. The sheriff's is a purely tra- 
ditional figure, and so is Dick Johnson's. 

The dialogue in the first act at those times 
when the play is more closely adhered to has 
its incongruous aspects. But of course we 
must remember that we are unused to under- 
standing all the puerilities of grand opera 

Listen to the "barkeep," for instance, sing- 
ing in melodious accents, "There's a stranger 
outside, who must be from San Francisco. 
He asks for whisky and water." A subdued, 
respectful giggle greeted every recurrence of 
the phrase "He is from Sac-r-r-ramento" — 
and it was odd and amusing to hear this brief 
bit of recitative : 

Sheriff — Minnie, I'm just crazy about you. 
Minnie — You don't say so. 

But, to divest ourselves of any preconceived 
standards of what the Californian atmosphere 
should be, and just judge "The Girl of the 
Golden West" as a music-drama, it is un- 
questionably a success. Curiously enough, 
one has to pass two verdicts upon it, for the 
vocal and the orchestral scores are of very 
different merits. Puccini shows the same 
tendency in all his operas to furnish a rich, 
warmly colored, highly suggestive, and ex- 
ceedingly dramatic orchestral background, 
which invariably eclipses the vocal score. It 
is thus with "The Girl of the Golden West." 
The orchestral score is beautiful and satis- 
fying; yet since opera was more particularly 
invented for the exploitation of the singing 
voice, there is something wrong, incongruous, 
and incomplete in an operatic composition of 
which the instrumental music casts into the 
shade the best efforts of the singers. 

There is a great deal of rather monotonous 
recitative in "The Girl of the Golden West," 
and the arias collectively lack not only melody 
but beauty. Some of them are actually dis- 

The first act of Belasco's play is by far 
the best, in spite of the dramatic happenings 
in later ones. But in the opera the libret- 
tists, instead of unreeling the thread of the 
story, have introduced numerous divertisse- 
ments in order to allow opportunity for "ef- 
fects". These effects, however, are not at all 
distinctively Californian, or even American, 
except for the names, the dress of the men, 
and numerous allusions to whisky. The locale 
might have been Mexico, or South America. 
The more piquant phases of the girl's charac- 
ter, which Belasco developed so successfully 
in the first act of the play, do not appear. 
The story pauses in this first act for the pur- 
•pose of giving atmosphere, but the atmos- 
phere is entirely that of the saloon-home for 
the boys. They are chockfull of sentiment — 
the "boys" — which is indicated pretty thor- 
oughly by a beautifully appealing number, 
sung by an old minstrel who wanders, fiddling, 
into the girl's saloon, and sings a song which 
is taken up and sung with wistful sweetness 
by the miners. It is expressive of a longing 
for home, and though it is rather tricky and 
sensational, the way it is brought in and 
utilized for an emotional outbreak on the 
part of a homesick lad and a grand burst of 
generosity from the "boys," still the fact re- 
mains that this musical episode, which is 
quite extraneous to the story, forms one of 
the most pleasing and melodious passages in 
the whole opera. 

A good feature in the opera is that it be- 

comes progressively more interesting and ex- 
citing. There is a certain rigidity to the 
dramatic action of the first act. In fact the 
love scene did not go well. The sheriff, tra- 
ditional figure though he is, is more inter- 
esting than Dick Johnson. The orchestra, 
too, lends him valuable aid in expressing the 
turbid, animal jealousy he feels for the hand- 
some, intruding stranger. The first really 
exciting scene is that of the game of poker 
between the man and the woman. It has, in 
spite of its melodramatic aspects, good dra- 
matic qualities, and carried well with the au- 
dience, which, for the first time, gave really 
enthusiastic applause. 

The third act, like the first, is a condensa- 
tion of the action that goes into two in 
Belasco's play. In this respect, the Italian 
librettists (there are two of them) have done 
their work well. The peril in which the 
girl's sweetheart is placed by the miners' 
knowledge of his bandit career leads to a 
dramatic scene in which his hanging is immi- 
nent. The girl's opportune appearance in the 
nick of time gives her an opportunity to beg 
melodiously for her lover's life. This is pre- 
ceded, however, by an aria sung by the pris- 
oner, which is his farewell to life, and the 
sweetest and most moving number that falls 
to his share. The departure of the reprieved 
man and Minnie, singing their farewell to 
California, shows a disconsolate group of the 
boys, erstwhile savage avengers, now subdued 
and saddened by the loss of their home-maker 
and idol. And upon this the curtain falls. 

The production, of course, is what Savage 
has trained us to expect. All details were 
faithfully attended to, and the stage settings 
either striking or suitable, as demanded by 
the story. The lights were admirably man- 
aged, and all the multitudinous business in 
the saloon during the first act, the gambling, 
the handing out of drinks, the antics of the 
"boys," etc., went in a way that showed care- 
ful rehearsals. 

Savage carries with him a numerous com- 
pany, including three sopranos, five baritones, 
and two tenors. Mme. Villani, who sang 
Monday night, is a plump and pretty woman 
with a clear, sweet, and artistically managed 
soprano, which is admirable in every respect 
except for an alteration of tone in the high 
notes which robs her voice of some of its 
beauty. Umberto Sacchetto's tenor showed 
this sweet singer, evidently, from his accent, 
not an Italianized American, to be an artist. 
Carl Gantvoort was, vocally and dramatically, 
an appropriate figure in the role of Jack 
Ranee. The chorus of men's voices was un- 
usually sweet and satisfying. Not a yowler 
in the lot, and their pianissimo effects were 

Polacco leads ; I think Polacco was the man 
of the hour Monday night. He has his large 
body of musicians under splendid control, and 
at all times the musical intentions of the 
composer were carried out to the exact de- 
gree intended, if it were only to the amount 
of subduing applied to the muffled thunder 
of the drum, which agitated our nerves dur- 
ing the poker game, and. like the Oriental 
tom-tom, created a bodeful atmosphere. 

People are quite curious to know how it 
strikes one to hear opera sung in English. I 
should say that, except during the recitative, 
it sounds much like Italian or French opera. 
There are few Gogorzas or Bisphams on the 
operatic stage, and the greater part of the 
time the text was incomprehensible. Once 
in a while, from a chance phrase more clearly 
articulated than usual, we were put on the 
track of things, and heaved a sigh of relief. 
The "barkeep," Vernon Dalhart, is the gem 
articulater of the company. To him I would 
like to pay my respects, because he did his 
role so well in every way ; he has an unre- 
markable but sweet and arresting voice, and 
has taken a leaf or so from Bispham's book. 
Not only does he make us understand every 
syllable, but he causes the soothed ear to 
crane for more. 

It will be interesting to learn from the 
future just how much permanence of public 
favor "The Girl of the Golden West" will 
enjoy. Puccini is a good self-advertiser, and 
something of a sensationalist. One need not 
detract from his talent in saying that. He 
has caught the American public with this 
opera, and his other works are swinging along 
high in favor. Success, universal success, 
stifles criticism, but the musical authorities, 
while they appreciate his abilities, and recog- 
nize that he has pronounced individuality, do 
not feel that his genius is of the towering 
order. Nor is there anything in "The Girl 
of the Golden West" to make us think so. 
Its great merit as a musical composition lies 
almost entirely in the orchestral score. 

Josephine Hart Phelps. 

Oscar Hammerstein, the redoubtable ope- 
ratic impresario, having conquered London, is 
said to have declared the possibility of his 
giving attention to San Francisco and New 
Orleans as fields for opera cultivation. No 
task is too great when there is the will to 
accomplish, but Mr. Hammerstein has a dis- 
tance view of the difficulties. 

That Italian-Swiss Colony wines are Cali- 
fornia's choicest product was proved at the 
Turin International Exposition, when they 
were awarded the coveted "Grand Prix." Try 
them and be convinced. 


Cecilia Loftus is the star of the Orpheum 
bill this week, as she was the star last week, 
as she will be the star next week, and a star 
of such magnitude that all the others on the 
programme seem diminutive twinklers by con- 
trast. Some will say that Miss Loftus is too 
great an artist for vaudeville, as they said it 
of Dr. Wullner, the German lieder interpreter, 
but they are wrong. No amusement that at- 
tracts so large and so representative a fol- 
lowing may be set down as unworthy, and its 
improvement, its persistent effort for higher 
standards, for cleaner, brighter, more inspir- 
ing features should be recognized and com- 
mended. It has climbed many steps to make 
possible, not the appearance of such stars 
merely, but their gracious reception, their at- 
tentive, interested audience, their meed of ap- 
plause, hearty, sincere, and general. 

Miss Loftus in imitations, as a phrase, car- 
ries little of allurement. There are imitators 
in abundance, so-called, most of them mere 
burlesquers of actors who have achieved emi- 
nence or notoriety. They range from the 
parlor pest to the vaudevillain who ekes out 
his slender offering with confessedly stolen 
material, excused and apologized for as an 
imitation. Only by the poverty of the lan- 
guage are we required to give the same de- 
scriptive term to what Miss Loftus presents. 
She more than seems, she is. So many vary- 
ing expressions that mirror diverse emotions 
not only, but that change the contour of the 
face, the shape and position of the eyes — 
seemingly their color — and give an almost un- 
canny strangeness to each appearance of their 
wearer, were surely never so completely at the 
command of any other actress. The poses, 
the movements of hands, arms, and shoulders, 
the walk and dance might be, and often are, 
successfully counterfeited; but to show a new 
face, archly Gallic and formally sentimental, 
as Yvette Guilbert, and a moment later to re- 
produce the tired, sophisticated, pathetic coun- 
tenance of Rose Stahl, and all this without a 
line from the make-up pencil, is much more 
than a theatrical incident. There are painters 
who know the technic of the brush yet never 
produce a great picture. Miss Loftus has the 
eye of the artist, to catch and preserve every 
detail of her copy, the technic of the actress 
to place them impressively, and, above all, the 
imagination and the will that enable her to 
make her impersonations alive and not me- 
chanical models. 

This week she appears in portraiture of 
Nora Bayes, Bert Williams, Carrie De Mar, 
Nazimova, Yvette Guilbert, and Rose Stahl. 
She also dances in the Maud Allan style, 
gracefully, daintily, beautifully, though with 
no conspicuous lack of drapery. Most piquant 
and delightful of her acting numbers is her 
impersonation of Yvette Guilbert singing an 
old-fashioned English song. It is so distinc- 
tive a portrayal that it creates a personality 
in every way unlike its imitator, and it is de- 
liciously funny. Hardly less remarkable a 
change is that to Alia Nazimova, and the 
scene from "A Doll's House" is vivid and 
forceful. Nazimova's eyes seem dark with 
suddenly aroused passion, but the same, eyes 
seen under the brim of The Chorus Lady's 
traveling and much-traveled hat are pale and 
wistful. And the voice that is throaty and 
vaudevillainous in the song of Nora Bayes, is 
tense and electric in the lines of the Russian 
actress, and deep, drawlingly decisive in Rose 
Stahl's monologue. 

Miss Loftus's gifts are above description. 
She is a beautiful woman, beautiful in feature 
and form as well as in intellectual and emo- 
tional expression. And great as are her capa- 
bilities as an actress, it would not be easy to 
choose among modern plays one altogether 
worthy of her talent or that would give any 
adequate range for her wonderful versatility. 
Perhaps the little half-hour she gives to these 
impersonations holds the distilled graces of 
her art as no other presentation could. 

Were it possible to speak justly in less space 
of this feature of the Orpheum bill, there 
would be room to mention more at length 
other attractions. Oscar Lorain, the violinist, 
plays notably well. He could win quite as 
mtich favor without changes of costume, for 
his music is the thing. The Athletic Girls, 
who fence, wrestle, and box, are genuine, and 
rather interesting specimens of the sex that 
is now conquering every kind of opposition. 
George L. Shoals. 

The San Francisco Orchestra's Plans. 

The San Francisco Orchestra will give its 
second popular concert in Oakland next 
Thursday afternoon, January 25, at 3 :15, at 
Ye Liberty Playhouse, with the following 
programme : "March Slav," Tschaikowsky ; 
Overture, "The Magic Flute," Mozart ; 
"Rondo Cappriccioso," for violin, played by 
Mr. Eduard Tak ; "Theme and Variations" 
from Suite No. 1, Moszkowski ; "Tann- 
hauser" Overture, Wagner. 

The usual popular prices will prevail and 
seats will be ready at Ye Liberty box-office on 
Monday morning. 

The third "Pop" concert in San Francisco 
will be given at the Cort Theatre next Friday 
afternoon, January 26, at 3 :15, the pro- 
gramme : March Slav," Tschaikowsky "Magic 
Flute Overture," Mozart ; Music from "The 
Nutcracker," Tschaikowsky ; Prelude to "The 

Deluge," Saint-Saens; O "Tann- 

hauser," Wagner. 

Seats will be ready Monday at usual box- 

The fourth Symphony Concert will be given 
Friday afternoon, February 2, with De Pach- 
mann as soloist, and Mr. Hadley's Symphony 
No. 2 will be played for the first time in 
this city. 



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January 20, 1912. 


Men have for long been aware that women 
lack the power of comradeship, but they have 
hesitated to mention it. partly from feelings 
of delicacy and partly because women would 
not know what they meant. It is of no use 
to attempt an explanation of sight to one 
who has never had it, and in the same way 
women can not understand a comradeship that 
is not a part of their constitution. But it 
seems that women are awaking to a sense of 
their deficiencies in this respect, which is a 
comforting sign, for there is more joy in 
heaven over one sinner that repenteth than 
over ninety and nine just men made perfect. 
Here we have a woman writing to an East- 
ern paper upon this very subject. She quotes 
Mr. Chesterton, who says that there are only 
three things that women do not understand, 
and they are liberty, equality, and fraternity. 
Men, she says, have something that women 
have not but that they must have. They have 
the power of comradeship and good-fellowship. 
Men, wretches that they are, have acquired 
these virtues in unvirtuous ways, by eating, 
drinking, and smoking. When they meet for 
these gross and carnal purposes they create 
an impersonal atmosphere. They forget their 
own individualities and each contributes to 
the impalpable sentiment of comradeship. But 
how different it is with women, how impos- 
sible they find it to shake off their rigidity, 
the self-consciousness of clothing, deportment, 
caste. There is no pervading spirit that en- 
wraps them all and brings them into the 
bonds of a common, impersonal geniality. A 
woman is always a separate being. She has 
no pack consciousness. She never belongs to 
a team. 

Men have known this for a long time, but 
have not liked to say so. Now that the dis- 
covery has been made by a woman there is no 
harm in assenting enthusiastically to its truth. 

A certain amount of public opinion seems 
to have been aroused on the subject of the cur- 
rent dances. The awakening has been a slow 
one, as the awakening of public opinion al- 
ways is, but at last the materfamilias has 
deigned to notice the strange things that her 
daughters are doing and to forbid them. Not 
that the prohibition will have any effect. The 
daughter of the family took the bit between 
her little white teeth some time ago, and now 
she knows no law but her own sweet will. 
The mothers of today might just as well for- 
bid the winter rains as forbid their children 
to display themselves in any way that they 

There was a time when the lower fringes 
of society aped the manners and copied the 
practices of the wealth and education above 
them. We have changed all that. It is now 
the lower levels that set the pace for the 
upper, prescribe their amusements, and regu- 
late their practices. If we wish to be fash- 
ionable, to be up to date and modern, we seek 
out the dregs of society and faithfully copy 
their misbehavior and vulgarity. The more 
we' can misbehave, the more vulgar we can 
be, the more unchallengeable are our creden- 
tials to fashion and modernity. 

The current dances furnish an illustration. 
All of the most objectionable among them 
originated on the Barbary Coast. They were 
danced by the thugs and the demimondaines 
who congregate there. They represented the 
evil and sensual life always to be found in 
the dark places of big cities. Some of them 
were typical only of the abandon and vio- 
lence of lawless life. Others among them 
were flagrantly, suggestively, and symbolically 
indecent. It may be said that they were imi- 
tative dances, and imitative of unmentionable 
things, and every one who ought to know will 
know what that means. At first these dances 
excited only the tolerant disgust of decent 
persons, who looked at them very much as one 
looks at the animalities of wild beasts in 
cages, at jungle love, and at apes scratching 
for fleas. Those who excused them did so on 
the ground that the dividing line between men 
and brutes is a narrow one, and that just as 
there are man-like brutes so there must be 
brute-like men. One does not expect much 
from the Earbary Coast. 

But what shall we say when we find that 
wealth and culture are visiting the Barbary 
Coast and transferring to their own drawing- 
rooms the practices found there? What shall 
we say when we find that these imitative 
dances have become the favorite amusement 
of young men and women whose education 
alone — not to speak of morality — should have 
turned their tastes in another direction ? 
How shall we characterize the young woman 
who finds some strange pleasure in pretend- 
ing to belong to the demimonde, or the young 
man whose ambition is to imitate a thug ? 
We can at least say that the pretense and the 
imitation rre lifelike, indistinguishable from 
the real thing. Are the demimondaine, the 
We de joie, the Apache, the types that our 
young people have chosen for themselves, the 
models t"_at excite their emulation? Really it 
would seem so. Or may we more charitably 
assume that at least the young women do not 
know what they are doing, do not realize 
th\ ^uggestiveness of their dances, do not 
ze the physical and moral degradation 
perforr inces? 

If these dances were beautiful or graceful 
they might be condoned, but they are neither. 
There are some Oriental dances that are in- 
decent, but yet, in a sense, charming to see. 
No such excuse can be urged in favor of 
these modern American dances. They have 
no redeeming feature. They are ugly, awk- 
ward, and ludicrous. A family of brown 
bears in the woods will show more grace, more 
delicacy of motion than the young people in 
our ballrooms, whose clumsy contortions and 
sprawlings are an outrage upon the human 

One of the chief dancing teachers in 
America said recently that good dancing could 
not be found either in Chicago or in San 
Francisco. Certainly one may look far in 
San Francisco before finding any approach to 
good dancing even among those who pride 
themselves upon the art. And it is an art. 
It is the melody of the body, and therefore 
incompatible with the ape-like antics usually 
to be found in the ballroom. How much more 
incompatible is it with practical and imitative 

There is no help for it. Either women 
must cease to have children or they must 
surrender some of their public duties. The 
latter course is unthinkable, for women never 
surrender anything, so we can only hope that 
the feminist leaders will use their influence 
to persuade their followers to give up an evil 
practice into which a misguided nature has 
led them. 

Take the case of the New York school- 
teachers. The supreme court said that women 
could not be discharged from the schools for 
the offense of getting married. The supreme 
court in its judicial capacity was unaware of 
the results that in some few rare and ex- 
ceptional cases have been known to follow 
matrimony. Such matters are not included 
in the legal course, and even a judge can not 
be expected to know everything. So the 
teachers went back to their desks and dis- 
ciplined the children by day and the husbands 
by night. But now the education board is up 
in arms about it. Close observation has led 
the board to the conclusion that matrimony 
is apt to be followed by periods of enforced 
abstention from school duties for medical 
reasons. The board does not know why this 
should be so, but it states the facts, and also 
its conclusion that there is some subtle con- 
nection between the aforesaid matrimony and 
the aforesaid abstention from school duties. 
Now, the teachers are paid for the perform- 
ance of those duties, and the board naturally 
objects to any action upon their part likely 
to incapacitate them from doing the work for 
which they are paid. It is reasonable enough, 
and we should all feel the same way about it. 
A teacher has just been dismissed for not 
performing her duties under such circum- 
stances, and now the teachers' committee say 
that they will appeal to the courts to deter- 
mine if a teacher need or need not do the 
work that she is paid to do, if she may or 
may not do certain things deliberately that 
are likely to prevent her from doing that 
work. It almost seems too simple a matter 
for the courts to be troubled about, but then 
the courts are never so happy as when they 
are tangling up some perfectly simple proposi- 
tion. The women contend that they have a 
right to be in two places at the same time, 
to undertake certain work and also certain 
other duties that will make that work impos- 
sible, to exact payment for services that are 
not rendered. To the feminine mind these 
seem to be elementary human rights, for to 
the feminine mind everything becomes an in- 
alienable right that happens also to be an 

The great Koh-i-Noor diamond was worn 
at the Delhi durbar by the queen and not by 
the king, and so we have one more triumph 
of what some people call superstition. It was 
originally intended that the king should wear 
the jewel, but a research into the depths of 
Indian public opinion disclosed the fact that 
the Koh-i-Noor was expected to bring good 
fortune to a woman, but bad fortune to a 
man. Some of the great Indian princes 
thought the matter so serious that they remon- 
strated against any act that would arouse in 
the public mind an expectation of bad luck, 
and what greater bad luck can there be than 
the expectation of it? So the king had to be 
content with the common cheap gems of the 
ordinary regalia, while his consort wore the 
cream of the lot. Whatever may be our 
views of this particular superstition we may 
be sure that Queen Mary believes in it. 

It seems to the cold and cruel intelligence 
of the man that a woman who allows her- 
self to be deliberately skinned alive, actually 
and physically skinned, in the search for re- 
juvenescence, ought not to be allowed to 
exact damages from the skinner because the 
operation has turned out less successfully than 
she expected. 

There is a man in Paris now awaiting trial 
upon a charge of fraud. He claimed to be in 
possession of certain ointments that would re- 
move the old skin and replace it with new. 
He explained that the process was slow, pain- 
ful, and costly. He seems, indeed, to have 
stated the precise facts, although not all of 
them, and we can readily believe that his vic- 
tims flocked to him in herds. They would 

have endured the pain of hell to recover their 
beauty, for what other hell could be so in- 
tolerable as the loss of beauty to those whose 
whole existence was bound up in their physical 

How many women he treated will never be 
known, for only one among them, a woman 
of over fifty, has come forward with a com- 
plaint. She herself had undergone treatment 
for the head alone, but there were others who 
desired to be skinned from north to south 
and east to west. Now this man did exactly 
what he said he would do. The new skin was 
all that could be wished. Wrinkles and lines 
had disappeared and a magical youth took the 
place of the sign manual of age. But only 
for a time. The process destroyed the hair 
as well as the skin, and although new tresses 
appeared in due course there was an inde- 
finable something about them that was repul- 
sive and ugly. But there was worse to come. 
The new skin did not preserve its beauty. It 
shriveled. It became yellow, and it was 
marked with crow's-feet and wrinkles worse, 
far worse, than those that were displaced. 
The remedy had not taken twenty years from 
the life of the victim, or it had done so for 
only a few weeks. It had added ten years. 

Now what right has that woman to dam- 
ages ? What right has she to occupy the time 
of the courts? If she were a child or an 
idiot she would be entitled to the peculiar pro- 
tection of the law against the results of her 
own folly. But she was a woman of educa- 
tion and the wife of a lawyer. If she could 
have silenced her maniacal vanity for a mo- 
ment she would have known that it is not 
possible to be flayed alive and to profit by it 
permanently. So far from being allowed to 
appeal to the law it would seem that women 
of this sort ought themselves to be punished 
for placing irresistible temptations in the way 
of the potential criminal. 

Every now and then we read some indig- 
nant denial of the assertion that human hair 
is shipped from China for use by the women 
of America and Europe. We have always 
been suspicious of those denials. That women 
use a vast quantity of hair that is theirs only 

by purchase is unquestioned. There can be 
no doubt that human hair has a market value. 
Then why must we not believe that the hair 
of dead Chinamen is actualy exported and 
used. There are a great many dead China- 
men that it would be a pity to waste. Their 
hair is long and admirably suited for the pur- 
pose. Why, then, should it not be used for 
that purpose. Obviously it is so used. 

Now comes a report from London on this 
very matter. It quotes "one of the largest 
dealers in human hair," and it is to the effect 
that the revolution in China and the abolition 
of the pigtail is likely to glut the market 
and that artificial fringes, tails, and "rats" 
will be cheap. We are told that the only 
white countries that do not use Chinese hair 
are France and Austria. These countries pre- 
fer to be supplied from Bohemia and Moravia. 
America, England, and Germany depend 
largely upon China. 

And there you are. There is no particular 
objection to using the hair of Chinamen ex- 
cept on the part of those who do object to it, 
of which we are one. But it would be nice 
to know its antecedents. If it comes from 
the head of some nice clean little Chinaman 
who has abandoned his pigtail in order to 
show his political opinions, well and good. 
Even then we should like to know that it had 
been boiled for a month in carbolic acid. But 
it is evident that the hair we have been using 
so far had no such source. It came from the 
dead Chinaman of the common or garden va- 
riety, from the Chinaman who had died a 
natural death, and natural death includes all 
sorts of nasty things, and also from the Chi- 
naman who had died an unnatural death at 
the hands of the executioner, although it 
seems natural enough that a Chinaman should 
die after his head is cut off. But there, what's 
the use? If woman's vanity demands the use 
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Grave and Gay, Epigrammatic and Otherwise. 

Mr. Gilbert K. Chesterton recently men- 
tioned an English spinster lady who said, as 
she watched a great actress writhing about 
the floor as Cleopatra, "How different from 
the home life of our late dear queen !" 

They were waiting for dinner and the 
virtuoso, who was to play afterward at the 
musicale, was whiling away the time at the 
piano. "How would you like a sonata before 
dinner?" he asked. "Hardly," returned the 
host; "I had four on the way home." 

Socialism, as entertained by most people, is 
summed up in a story of two Irishmen who 
were discussing the beauties of the theory. 
"Sure 'tis the happy time coming," said Pat. 
" Tis the brotherhood of man, and the good 
fellyship of all. If you had twenty thousand 
dollars you'd let me have tin of thim, wouldn't 
ye, Mike ?" "I would that," said Mike, 
heartily. "And if you had a hundred horses 
the half of thim would be mine ?" "Faith 
they would." "An* if ye had two pigs, sure, 
ye'd give me one ?" "I would not. Ye know 
perfectly well I have two pigs." 

Dr. Cyrus L. Cutler, the well-known Spring- 
field surgeon, is a member of the Colonial 
Club, an institution that fines its members for 
talking shop. Dr. Cutler, getting out of his 
motor-car, entered the Colonial Club the other 
day for luncheon, and, advancing into the 
restaurant, said to a lawyer, as he took off 
his goggles: "Well, old man, how are you?" 
The lawyer got Dr. Cutler fined then and 
there for talking shop. The next day, when 
he arrived at the club again for luncheon, 
the surgeon, angered at what had happened, 
cut the lawyer. The latter then had him 
fined once more. 

During the dinner hour, two bricklayers 
were playing cards in the house they were 
building. "Look here, matey," said Bill, 
"this 'ere game is too slow. Let's try some- 
thing more exciting. I'll bet you two bob 
that I cut the ace of diamonds first time." 
"Done!" said Jack, his companion. Bill bor- 
rowed a sharp knife of another workman, and 
cut the pack fair in half. "There," he cried. 
" 'And over the money, sonny. The ace of 
diamonds is cut first go." Jack grinned. "I 
reckon it's you what'll do the 'anding over," 
he said. "I put the ace in my pocket while 
you was a-borrowing the knife." 

Elliott Woods, superintendent of the Capi- 
tol, recently told a story about a new South- 
ern member of the House whose frugality he 
is commending to his congressional friends. 
The new member arrived in town and hunted 
Superintendent Woods up immediately. "I 
reckon I'd like to look at my quarters," said 
he to the superintendent. He was taken to 
the House office building and shown to one 
of the substantially furnished office-rooms. 
"This is fine," said the new member, "but 
where are my other rooms ?" "Oh, you can't 
have another room for several years — not un- 
til you have become chairman of a commit- 
tee," replied Wood. "My God !" exclaimed 
the Southerner, "how do you expect me to 
sleep, cook, eat, and work in the same room?" 

Filial disobedience was once asserted by that 
amiable old villain, the late King Milan of 
Servia. It was in the days after his deposi- 
tion, when his chief object in life seemed to 
be how many Hquors he could absorb in 
Paris in a given time. A young attache of 
the British embassy encountered him one 
"•evening, and just at the moment that he had 
reached the pathetic stage. This, it may be 
added, was usually about eleven o'clock in the 
evening. He nearly sobbed on the bosom of 
the diplomatist, much to his obvious embar- 
rassment, and informed him, between his tears 
(and his drinks), that his son, the late mur- 
dered King of Servia, was slowly but surely 
breaking his heart. "I had a letter from him 
the other day," he gurgled, "in which he 
plainly consigned me to the infernal regions. 
What do you think of that?" The attache 
was lost in thought for a moment. Then, 
with a sudden burst of inspiration, he replied, 
"Well, why not humor him, just for once, 
and go there ?" 

Joseph E. Widener, at a dinner in Phila- 
delphia, was congratulated on his father's 
unique and magnificent gallery of pictures. 
"Yes," said Mr. Widener, "my father is a 
connoisseur — a true connoisseur." He added, 
with a smile : "And I don't use the word 
'connoisseur,' either, as the great painter 
used it. A great painter, you know, was 
asked by his little son : 'Father, what is a 
connoisseur?' 'Well, my son,' the father an- 
swered, 'did you notice that tall, white-haired 
gentleman at my sudio tea yesterday?' 'The 
one with the sable-lined overcoat, father ? 
Oh, yes, In i .' 'Well, my son, he is 

a connois how do you know he's 

a connoi^ ' 'By his actions, my 

son.' 'B I i acted like every one 

else at th tea, n't he?' 'Certainly not, my 
boy. Ce The others drank my 

Russian tea, ate my foie-gras sandwiches, and 
took leave. But he — he bought a picture.' " 


Simeon Ford is a popular hotel man in 
New York. That is, he is popular with other 
hotel men. When the bonifaces get together 
and talk confidentially about the great public 
done good by them, Mr. Ford always rises up 
at the table and says a few paragraphs which 
are calculated to kill any germs of remorse 
that might have sneaked in with the banquet. 
His reputation as an after-dinner wit shows 
an increasing annual growth. As evidence 
that it is difficult to tell all the truth about 
his humorous gifts, the following excerpts 
from his address at a recent dinner of Man- 
hattan tavern-keepers are presented ; 

I read in a newspaper that the reason I 
gave up after-dinner speaking was because 
the man who wrote my speeches was dead. 
I desire to contradict that statement. The 
man who wrote my speeches deserves death, 
but he is still, partially, alive. 

I am almost ashamed to appear before you 
again. George Washington made one fare- 
well address to his army which has become 
a classic and is printed in the fourth reader, 
and he died in the odor of sanctity with an 
excellent reputation for truth and veracity. 
I have made twenty-five farewell addresses 
to this army and my reputation for truth and 
veracity is growing steadily worse. 

This coming back is quite a serious ques- 
tion. The surest way to come back is not 
to go away. Jim Jeffries tried it, but dark- 
ness overtook him. The boss scrapper of 
them all tried to work "The Return from 
Elba" on us and he is now hibernating on 
Long Island studying the habits of the shy 
bivalve after whom his home town is named. 
He will find the habits of the oyster most 
exemplary — as a rule. He will also find 
that if the oyster has the slightest defect in 
his character or blot on his escutcheon he is 
sure to wind up in the soup. He will also 
find that the oyster's main hope of survival 
is dependent upon his lying low, keeping 
dark and preserving a discreet silence. No 
one can accuse the oyster of being chatty 
or gabby. 

I know of but one man prominent in poli- 
tics less garrulous than the oyster and that 
is Charley Murphy. And see how nicely 
Charley gets on ! He doesn't need to apply 
to the Carnegie fund for a pension. The 
wolf never approaches his door. If it did 
Charley would be wearing furs the next day. 

Next to bread the most popular viand 
with the restaurant public is catsup. The 
moment a guest is seated he proceeds to 
force himself full of bread washed down 
by copious draughts of catsup. He leaves 
but little space for other viands. It would 
really be better to charge for bread and 
catsup and to give the other dishes away. 
If I had got to pay for the mountains of bread 
and oceans of catsup I've dispensed in the 
past thirty years I wouldn't be associating 
with you fellows at all. 

The magazine muck-rakers have got after 
the hotels. Excessive prices and vast profits 
is their theme. I don't know many rich hotel 
men. I've helped bury most of those who have 
died in the last twenty .years. One article 
began with the statement that for ten clams, a 
piece of lemon and a few crackers, costing per- 
haps five cents, the hotel charges 25 cents, a 
clean profit of 500 per cent. 

Isn't it a wonder the Attorney-General 
doesn't get after us ? 

But we know of a lot of expenses which 
those poor, feeble little clams have to shoul- 
der. We have to charge more for them than 
they cost us or we couldn't make a living. 
Take this modest inn, for example. The rent 
and taxes run up, I presume, well above a 
million a year. The clams referred to have 
to pay their share of that rent. They are 
accompanied by china and glass and linen and 
silver and flowers and music. They are 
served by haughty waiters from la belle 
France in open-faced clothes, who get pay. 
All these refinements add to the pleasure of 
the guest and he demands them, and he can 
not expect to get his clams as cheap as if 
he bought them off a sloop at Fulton Market. 
The writer of that article ought to buy a 
pair of rubber boots and a hoe and go down 
to the beach and dig his clams. 

When I was a boy working downtown by 
skillful "sojering" I would occasionally be 
kept at the store in the evening and get 50 
cents for supper money. Then the next day 
I would dash around to the Astor House and 
get lunch. The Astor House was opened just 
in time to receive Columbus when he landed 
and has been a successful hotel ever since. 
Some of the original waiters are there still. 
I go down now every once in a while when 
I have a craving for real food. I love to 
climb up on a high stool and eat a chicken 
pate and drink a cup of good coffee out of 
one of those iron-clad cups and revel in the 
sufferings of the man who stands behind me 
waiting for my seat begrudging my every 

Last week I struck a waiter 6f unparalleled 
stupidity. At the conclusion of the repast 
I congratulated him on being the worst 
in the world (and I am an expert). I asked 
him if he had pursued his present vocation 
for any considerable period or whether he 
had just graduated from the hod-carriers' 
association. He indignantly replied that he 
had worked uninterruptedly for seven years 
in the Grand Union, which answer might well 
be classed as the Retort Courteous or Right 
in the Eye. 

When a hotel man makes fun of New York 
waiters it is obvious that he has become in- 
sensible to awe-inspiring objects. But Mr. 
Ford is cautious. Observe the restraint with 
which he modestly declares that waiters "get 
pay." If they do it is not all they get. 



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A forty-acre tract with long frontage on Russian River. Timber and 
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Notes and Gossip. 
A chronicle of the social happenings dur- 
ing the past week in the cities on and around 
the Bay of San Francisco will be found in 
the following department: 

The wedding of Miss Myra McGavock Josselyn 
and Mr. William Coppee Duncan took place 
Wednesday, at five o'clock, at St. Luke's Church. 
Miss Marjorie Josselyn was her sister's maid of 
honor and the bridesmaids were the Misses Martha 
Foster, Lee Girvin, Evelyn Barron, Ysabel Chase, 
Ruth Winslow, and Miss Helen Duncan of De- 
troit. The bride is the youngest daughter of Mr. 
and Mrs. Charlts Josselyn of Woodside, and is 
a sister of Mrs. Ettore Avenali, Mrs. H. Mc- 
Donald Spencer, Mrs. Gerald Kathbone, and Miss 
Marjorie Josselyn. Mr. Duncan is a brother of 
Mrs. Richard Girvin, Jr., and Miss Helen Dun- 
can, and is related to Miss Coppee, Mr. Millen 
Griffith, and Mr. James Jenkins of Marin County. 
Mr. and Mrs. Duncan will occupy the home in 
Woodside of Mr. and Mrs. Charles Josselyn and 
Miss Myra Josselyn during their absence in Eu- 

Mr. James D. Phelan was host Tuesday evening 
at a dinner at the Bohemian Club in honor of 
Mrs. C. August Spreckels. 

Mrs. Spreckels was again the complimented 
guest Thursday, when Mrs. Russell J. Wilson en- 
tertained at a luncheon at her home on California 

Mrs. Charles Green has issued invitations to a 
luncheon for Wednesday, January 24, at the Hotel 
St, Francis, in honor of Miss Marie Louise Foster. 

Mr. and Mrs. Henry Foster Dutton gave a 
dinner Monday evening at the Hotel St. Francis 
and entertained twenty guests. 

Mrs. Henry T. Scott has issued over one hun- 
dred invitations to a bridge-tea for Thursday after- 
noon, February 8, in the Colonial ballroom at the 
Hotel St. Francis. 

Miss Marian Newhall will entertain at a dinner 
Friday evening, January 26, preceding the Oriental 
ball to be given by Mr. and Mrs. Charles Temple- 
ton Crocker at the Hotel St. Francis. 

Mr. and Mrs. William G. Irwin will entertain 
twenty-four guests at dinner and will later accom- 
pany them to the ball of Mr. and Mrs. Crocker. 

Mr. and Mrs. Talbot Cyrus Walker gave a din- 
ner last evening at the Fairmont Hotel. 

Mr. and Mrs. Andrew Welch entertained forty 
friends at a dinner at the Fairmont Hotel last 
evening preceding the Bachelors* and Benedicts' 

Miss Anna Peters was also a dinner hostess last 
evening at the Fairmont Hotel. 

Miss Madelaine Clay gave a luncheon last week 
at the Fairmont Hotel in honor of Miss Marian 
Stone, Miss Metha McMahon, and Miss Marie 
Louise Tyson. 

Miss Agnes Tillmann was hostess Wednesday at 
a luncheon complimentary to Miss Cornelia 
Armsby and Miss Oroville Wooster. 

Miss Virginia JollifFe was hostess at a tea in 
honor of Mrs. Gay Lombard of Portland, who will 
leave shortly for the Orient. 

Mr. and Mrs. William Mayo Newhall gave a 
dinner Friday evening at their home on Green 
Street, and with their guests attended the Cinde- 
rella Ball. 

Among others who entertained at dinners the 
same evening were Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Board- 
man, Mr. and Mrs. Harry N. Stetson, Mrs. Stet- 
son Winslow, Mr. and Mrs. William S. Tevis, 
Miss Innes Keeney, Miss Kate Brigham. 

Mrs. J. Leroy Nickel gave a luncheon and 
bridge party last Friday at the Francisca Club. 

Mrs. Herbert Baker and Miss Floride Hunt will 
be hostesses at a tea Thursday, January 25, at the 
residence on Pacific Avenue of their mother, Mrs. 
Randall Hunt. The guest of honor will be Miss 
Marian Marvin, whose engagement to Mr. Charles 
Otis Johnson has recently been announced. 

Mr. and Mrs. Henry J. Crocker and their 
daughter, Miss Marian Crocker, will entertain a 
number of friends at a dinner-dance Tuesday even- 
ing, January 23, in honor of Miss Isabelle Beaver 
and Miss Dorothy Page. 

Miss Gertrude Thomas was hostess last week at 
a dinner at the Fairmont Hotel. 

Mrs. I. R. D. Grubb and Mrs. Mary Hanson 
Smith gave a tea Wednesday in honor of Miss 
Dorothy Boericke. 

The Misses Laura and Mildred Baldwin were 
hostesses at a bridge party Wednesday in honor of 
Miss Metha McMahon and Miss Marie Louise 

Miss Frances Stewart gave a tea last week com- 
plimentary to Mrs. James Laurence Kauffman. 

Mr. and Mrs. Frank P. Deering presided at a 
dinner last week in honor of Mr. and Mrs. Joseph 
D. Redding. 

Mrs. W. D. Fennimore was hostess recently at 
a luncheon at the Francisca Club. 

Mr. and Mrs. Clement Tobin entertained a num- 
ber of friends at a dinner at the Fairmont Hotel. 

Miss Metha McMahon was hostess at a bridge- 
tea at her home on Washington Street. 

Mr. Edward Tobin was host at a dinner at the 
Fairmont Hotel in honor of Vicomte Philip de 
Tristan and Vicomtess de Tristan. 

Mrs. Starr Keeler gave a luncheon Tuesday at 
the Town and Country Club complimentary to 
Miss Minna Van Bergen and Miss Marie Louise 

Mr. C. Y. Williamson was host at a dinner 
Tuesday evening at the Fairmont Hotel in honor 
of the new British consul, Mr. Carnegie Ross, 
C. B. 

Miss Margaret Moore was hostess at a lunch- 
eon yesterday at the Palace Hotel in honor of 
Miss Isabelle McLaughlin. 

Rear-Admiral C. E. T. Moore, U. S. N., and 
Mrs. Moore gave a dinner at Yerba Buena in 
honor of Captain Alexander K. Jones, commander 
of the British sloop-of-war Algcrine. 

Miss Marian Huntington has issued invitations 
to a dance for Monday evening, January 22, at 
her home on Jackson and Maple Streets. 

Mrs. Prentiss Cobb Hale will be hostess Monday 
at a tea in honor of Miss Marie Louise Tyson. 

Captain Charles Minor Goodall and Mrs. Goodall 
entertained number of friends at a bridge party 
Thursday evening at their home in Oakland. The 
affair was complimentary to Mr. and Mrs. Tyler 
Hei -haw. 

W Tames K. Moffitt was hostess Wednesday at 
n at her home in Peidmont. 

Movements and Whereabouts. 
Annexed will be found a resume of move- 
ments to and from this city and Coast and 
the whereabouts of absent Californians : 

Mr. and Mrs. Frank Lowden (formerly Miss 
Florence Pullman) and their four children will 
leave Chicago February 1 for San Francisco, en 
route to Santa Barbara. They will be the guests 
for a few days of Mr. and Mrs. Francis Caro- 
lan at their home in Burlingame. 

Mr, and Mrs. Walter S. Martin and their two 
little daughters have come to town from Bur- 
lingame and will spend a month at the residence 
on Broadway of Mrs. Eleanor Martin. 

Mr. and Mrs. William R. Wheeler have re- 
turned to town from their ranch in San Diego 

Miss Mauricia Mintzer and Mr. Lucio Mintzer, 
who have been the guests of Mr. and Mrs. Horace 
Hill in New York, have arrived in Paris, where 
Miss Mintzer will join Miss White, with whom 
she will travel during the next six months. Mr. 
Mintzer will return home to attend the university 
in Berkeley. 

Miss Ethel Crocker will leave in March for 
Paris, where she will visit her aunt, Princess 
Andre Poniatowski. Miss Crocker will again re- 
sume her vocal studies. She will be accompanied 
on her trip by Miss Bessie Bowie, who, after a 
visit with her relatives here, will return to her 
studio in Paris. 

Miss Mary Eyre is contemplating a trip to Eu- 
rope, and will be accompanied by Miss Sarah 
Coffin and Miss Louisiana Foster. 

The Misses Ysabel, Marie, and Elena Brewer 
are established in an apartment on Van Ness 
Avenue near Pacific Avenue. 

Mr. and Mrs. Theodore Roosevelt, Jr., and Mrs. 
Henry Addison Alexander left Thursday for New 

Mr. and Mrs. Leon Greenebaum arrived in New 
York Thursday and expect to be away two months. 

Miss Beatrice Howitt has returned to San Ra- 
fael after a visit with friends in this city. 

Mrs. J. B. Crockett has returned to Burlingame 
after a visit in town with Mrs. Russell J. Wilson. 

Miss Innes Keeney was the guest over Sunday 
of Mr. and Mrs. Frederick S. Sharon. 

Mr. and Mrs. William C. Lyon have gone to 
Mountain View to spend a few weeks with Mrs. 
Lyon's mother, Mrs. W. B. Hooper. 

Mrs. Claus August Spreckels spent the week-end 
in Burlingame as the guest of Mr. and Mrs. 
Mountford S. Wilson. 

Mrs. Louis Brugiere and her son, Mr. Louis 
Brugiere, left last Saturday for Newport. They 
will sail for Europe January 23. 

Mrs. William Sproule and her daughter have 
gone East to visit Mrs. Veronica Baird. 

Mrs. Robert Greer of Portland has been spend- 
ing the past few weeks with her parents, Dr. C. 
N. Ellinwood and Mrs. Ellin wood, at their home 
on Pacific Avenue. 

Mrs. William Delaware Neilson has returned to 
her home in Philadelphia after having spent the 
holidays with her father, ex-Senator Charles N. 

Mrs. Adolph Scheld has returned to Sacramento 
after a visit in town with Mr. and Mrs. George 
H. Lent, 

Mr. and Mrs. Charles Lyman entertained the 
Misses Ruth Winslow and Ysabel Chase and Mr. 
Piatt Kent over the week-end at their home in 

Mr. Edward H. Bennett has returned to New 
York and Chicago for a brief visit. 

Mrs. Wellington Gregg, Jr., and her daughters, 
the Misses Enid and Ethel Gregg, left this week 
for New York en route to Paris, where Miss Enid 
Gregg will study vocal music. 

Mrs. M. A. Tobin is contemplating returning to 
Europe with her daughter, Mrs. Raoul Duval, who 
is here from Paris for a brief visit. 

Mr. and Mrs. Christine de Guigne, Jr. (for- 
merly Miss Marie Louise Elkins), have returned 
from Europe and are the guests of Mr. and Mrs. 
William Delaware Neilson in Philadelphia. Mr. 
and Mrs. de Guigne will be at their San Mateo 
home after February 1. 

Miss Ethel Clement, daughter of Colonel L. H. 
Clement, has returned from the East, where she 
has been visiting for the past two years, and is 
with her parents at 10S8 Fulton Street 

Mr. and Mrs. James C. H. Ferguson and their 
son Jack are now in Philadelphia, where they will 
spend the winter. They expect to return to San 
Francisco next spring. 

Mrs. James Laurence Kauffman has returned 
to her home in Coronado after a visit in this city 
and Mare Island. 

The Misses Emilie and Josephine Parrott have 
recently been the guests of their grandmother, 
Mrs. Emilie Donohoe. 

Miss Eliza McMullen left last week for New 
York en route to Europe, where she will spend 
the summer. 

Mrs. James A. Robinson and her daughter, Miss 
Elena Robinson, have closed their home in Wood- 
side and are established at the Hotel Monroe. 

Mr. Montgomery Schuyler, Jr., returned last 
week from Tokio, where for the past two years 
he has been first secretary of the American em- 
bassy, and is en route to Washington, D. C. 

Miss Lillian Van Vorst has been spending the 
past two weeks in Los Angeles. 

The Messrs. Gordon and Raymond Armsby left 
Sunday for New York, en route to Europe, for a 
few months' pleasure trip. 

Mrs. R. P. Schwerin, Mrs. Harriet Peterson 
Miller, and Miss Caroline Peterson will sail Tues- 
day on the Mongolia for Honolulu. 

Mrs. Benjamin P. Brodie left suddenly for her 
home in Detroit on account of the illness of Dr. 

Mr. and Mrs. Willard N. Drown were the guests 
over Sunday of Mr. and Mrs, Worthington Ames 
at their home in Woodside. 

Mr. and Mrs. Antoine Borel are established 
in their town house on Washington and Franklin 

Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Stowell Symmes will 
come from their home in Massachusetts to attend 
the wedding of their son, Mr. Laurence Metcalfe 
Symmes, who will be married February 7 to Miss 
Dorothy Boericke. 

Mr. and Mrs. Ansel M. Easton have returned 
to their home in Millbrae after a brief visit in 

Miss Katberine Kaime of Santa Barbara is visit- 
ing friends in New York. 

Mr. and Mrs. John Ferris have arrived in New 

York from London and are en route to San Fran- 

Miss Esther Moreland, who has been spending 
the winter with her aunt, Mrs. George T. Marye, 
Jr., will leave next week for her home in Pitts- 

Miss Minna Van Bergen has recently been visit- 
ing Mr. and Mrs. Frank B. Anderson at their 
home in San Rafael. 

Mr. and Mrs. Eugene de Sabla and their daugh- 
ters, the Misses Vera and Leontine de Sabla, have 
returned from a few days' visit at Paso Robles. 

Miss Marie Louise Foster spent the week-end 
in San Mateo as the guest of Mr. and Mrs. 
Charles Green. 

Mr. and Mrs. Francis Carolan have been spend- 
ing this week in town at the Fairmont Hotel. 


George M. Cohan's comedy without music, 
"Get-Rich-Quick Wallingford," comes to the 
Columbia Theatre next Monday night for a 
two weeks' engagement. This play is said 
by critics to be the most brilliant of Mr. 
Cohan's many works, and the public have en- 
dorsed it for two seasons in New York and 
a solid year in Chicago. Few among readers 
of fiction have missed the acquaintance of 
that most plausible crook, J. Rufus Walling- 
ford, and the play presents him even more 
convincingly than the stories. Mr. Cohan has 
injected his own humor into the dramatiza- 
tion, and it is not only more amusing but 
more vitally interesting. A good cast will pre- 
sent the comedy, among its members being 
John Webster, William Forestelle, Rose Curry, 
John D. O'Hara, Junius Mathews, Jay C. 
Yorke, Florence Dunlap, and Marjorie Foster. 

Special requests for an extension of Cecilia 
Loftus's engagement at the Orpheum have 
flooded the management, and in accordance 
arrangements have been concluded to make 
possible the stay of the star for another week 
— the third and last. Many have been unable 
to secure seats this week as well as last 
week, and the announcement will be received 
with pleasure not only by those but by the nu- 
merous admirers of her art who are anxious 
to see Miss Loftus again. She will present 
a new programme, offering, among others, 
imitations of Caruso singing the famous tenor 
solo from "I Pagliacci," of Mrs. Patrick 
Campbell, and of Sarah Bernhardt. New- 
comers on the bill for the week will include 
Una Clayton, the ingenue, in a comedy writ- 
ten by herself, "A Child Shall Lead Them," 
with a supporting company of three. Max 
Hart's Six Steppers are a family of dancers, 
four brothers and two sisters, who will offer 
the latest novelties in step dancing. Knox 
Wilson is a comedian who can amuse with 
his own sayings, but he also introduces mu- 
sical selections on diverse instruments. Al- 
bert F. Hawthorne and Frank A. Burt have a 
military farce, "The Raw Recruit," and give 
it with entertaining spirit and dash. Next 
week will be the last of Reynolds and Done- 
gan, the Four Vanis, and Charley Grapewin 
and company. 

The final performance of "The Red Rose" 
will be given at the Columbia Theatre on 
Sunday night. The musical comedy has had 
a very successful run, and Zoe Barnett is 
making a big hit in the leading role. 

De Pachmann, Poet of the Piano. 

Vladimir de Pachmann, the most poetic of 
all pianists, and the greatest player of Chopin 
works the world has ever known, will make 
his farewell appearance in this city at three 
concerts, to be given at Scottish Rite Audi- 
torium, the dates being Sunday afternoon, 
January 28, Tuesday night, January 30, and 
Sunday afternoon, February 4. 

At the first concert he will play a Mozart 
Sonata, works by Schumann, Mendelssohn, 
Moszkowski, and others, and a group of seven 
Chopin gems. 

At the Tuesdaj' night concert, in addition 
to eight Chopin masterpieces, he will offer 
Beethoven's "Waldstein" Sonata, Liszt's bril- 
liant "Mazurka," and works by Schumann and 

For the final programme his selections will 
be entirely by Chopin. 

Seats will be on sale at both Sherman, Clay 
& Co.'s and Kohler & Chase's next Wednesday 
morning, and mail orders will be carefully 
attended to if accompanied by check or money 
order and addressed to Will L. Greenbaum. 

In Oakland, De Pachmann will repeat the 
beautiful programme of Tuesday night, at 
Ye Liberty Playhouse, on Thursday afternoon, 
February 1, at 3:15, and seats for this event 
will be ready at Ye Liberty box-office on Mon- 
day, January 29. Mail orders for the Oak- 
land concert should be addressed to H. W. 
Bishop, at Ye Liberty Playhouse, Oakland. 

No music lover or student can afford to 
miss hearing De Pachmann ; he is unique 
among pianists, and the greatest living player 
of the works of the romantic school. 

Word has been received by cable of the 
sudden death in Weston-super-mare, England, 
of Dr. Francis W. S. Wicksteed, on Monday, 
January 7. His widow, who survives him, 
was formerly Miss Paula Moore, daughter of 
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Henry Arthur Jones Talks of the Drama and the 
■Work of Dramatists. 

For a short season Henry Arthur Jones, the 
English playwright, is in America. Soon after 
his arrival in New York the Evening Post, 
among others, interviewed the author, and the 
report of that interview is entertaining and in- 
structive throughout. The reporter proved his 
ability and serious interest by what he re- 
frained from saying, and Mr. Jones, also, did 
not pose. There are few among modern 
dramatists who could speak so clearly, di- 
rectly, and convincingly on a topic of which 
the actual knowledge of the public is in in- 
verse ratio to its freely expressed opinions. 
In the following paragraphs the more striking 
remarks made by Mr. Jones are quoted : 

"If I were thirty again," said the successf 
dramatist, "I should leave the drama wl 
alone, I think. England and America to . 
are ill places for a man of letters who w 
at the same time be a man of the tin 
In France, if you are the one, you are r 
sarily the other. Over there, if you've 
a bad time battling with the whims auj 
vagaries of manager-actors and the public, 
and if your play has not survived the struggle, 
you can yet be assured of a large reading 
public. Not so in England. The time one 
wastes in getting a play accepted and the 
risks one runs, however great one's advan- 
tages, of being sometimes strangely misrepre- 
sented on the stage, make literature a surer 
means of high and lasting reward. If you 
write a book you are judged by your own 
work. In a play you are judged largely by 
the work that others have done for you — 
manager, actors, scene painters, scene 
shifters, electricians. And the nervous wear 
and tear that accompany it all ! I promise 
you, my friend Thomas Hardy, who reaped 
his quiet reward in Dorset writing novels, is 
quite the wiser man of us two." 

After Mr. Jones had avowed that Hardy 
was a born dramatist by instinct, and that in 
France he would most assuredly have been 
one in fact, the eternal subject of how a 
3'oung man should learn to write plays was 
brought up. It came, however, by way of 

"Professor Lounsbury of Yale said the final 
thing about Browning's dramas when he 
wrote that Browning was no dramatist." Mr. 
Jones looked back over the plays of the great 
poet and smiled. "Description, explanation, 
story — all splendid, but no real drama. No, 
you mustn't put the blame on his break with 
Macready. Browning was not naturally and 
instinctively a dramatist, and more than this, 
he never studied the theatre. If you will 
not serve a long apprenticeship to the stage 
and learn its immensely difficult and intri- 
cate technic, you are scarcely likely to 
write a successful or even an actable play." 
"But there are so many ways of studying 
plays, Mr. Jones." 

"No, there is but one way. Study as much 
as you wish, see plays and criticize plays. 
But if you really make up your mind to write 
plays, spend three years on the actual stage. 
I don't care how badly you act ; three years 
of that experience will teach you more than 
twenty years of closet study — or study from 
an orchestra chair, for that matter. Brown- 
ing is the living example of what can't be 
done by a great genius who won't buckle 
down to learning the stage technic." 

Mr. Jones admitted that the courses in 
dramatic practice of Professor Baker in Har- 
vard, and the general dramatic coaching of 
William Lyon Phelps of Yale, were very 
promising signs for the future of the Ameri- 
can drama. 

"Professor Phelps of Yale is a very keen 
critic indeed," he said ; "his books on the 
Russian and other modern novelists estab- 
lish his position beyond cavil; and that is 
quite aside from his dramatic work and the 
fact that he is a delightful man personally." 
Eut even the coaching of these professorial 
enthusiasts for stage-writing would not, in 
Mr. Jones's opinion, serve as substitute for 
a few years' practical experience in the the- 

"If an artist can convince Morgan that his 
canvas is good, he needn't worry about the 
rest of the world. But even if Morgan liked 
a play of mine so well that he attended it 
every single night, he could not make it a 
success with the public. The drama is, in 
the final estimate of it, judged by the 
great playgoing public. That is why seclu- 
sion from the public that goes to the theatre 
is incompatible with good play-writing. Your 
Brander Matthews has said it all, and Goethe 
before him. We must deign, we writers of 
plays, to stoop to Shakespeare and Moliere 
and the Bible." Needless to say, at this 
juncture, Mr. Jones wore a broad smile. 
"These men were the foremost dramatists 
of their countries, but first of all they were 
the popular hack playwrights of their re- 
spective theatres." 

"And yet, 'Le Misanthrope,' which is cer- 
tainly one of the master's greatest feats, 
was never a great stage success?" 

"But it still holds the stage, and is con- 
stantly revived, and one may make a dis- 
tinction between a great play and a good 
acting play by the same author. 'Les Femmes 
Savantes,' which was always a success, is 

a better p' 
it does n- 
probe so 
"Do 3 
apologe' - 
mention i.n; 

Misanthrope,' even if 

great a character, or 

.uman character. 

e said with a curious 

5 if he did not like to 

he same breath with the 

ju know, this play of the 

'Misai ^sted to me my play of 

The I .aspect no one could ever 

see _ >oi:, but here it is: The root 

ide; ich play is a serious man, 

sur a crowd of ticklers. The 

g« fhe Liars' is a serious man, 

si y London society. Of course, 

Ui -s not follow out the analogy, 

considerably during its develop- 

:re you are." 

Moliere to Edmond Rostand is the 

.idid literary figure he certainly 
Mr. Jones, "but I can never help 
at Chantecler and even Cyrano are 
:nt artificial creations rather than 
,ian beings like Don Quixote or Ham- 
i spite of the grandeur of the poet, 
■ Cyrano nor Chantecler gives you a 
sc of reality." 
gene Brieux, the * famous dramatist, 
v. ! m Henry James declares to be the great- 
est figure in comedy since the comedian of 
Louis XIV, himself, came in for his turn. 

"Brieux is a great writer and a most de- 
lightful man ; but he lets the reformer and 
the doctrinaire in him strangle the artist. 
For instance, he writes a play to arraign 
the present judicial system in France, and 
he has a murder in it. Now you know per- 
fectly well," Mr. Jones smiled and pointed 
towards the adjoining chamber, "you know 
perfectly well, if you and I were having a 
discussion about the system of magistrates 
in this country, and were talking just beau- 
tifully about it, if there should be a murder 
in that room — we'd stop talking and go and 
see what was happening. Well, the trouble 
with M. Brieux is that sometimes he won't 
stop talking." Here there was a slight pause. 
"Shakespeare, in 'Macbeth/ has a murder, 
too. And he manages to say a few things 
about ambition. You see the difference be- 
tween the methods of the two men?" 

It was hard to obtain from this man of 
seventy plays an inkling as to the manner 
of their writing. Mr. Jones suffers from a 
surfeit of plots. Today, after the seventy 
have been written — and another is very soon 
to swell the list — he has more scenarios in 
his pigeon-holes than he has ever had. Mr. 
Jones can not take a self-respecting vacation 
at a seaside for a fortnight without dream- 
ing one or two new plots. When he has 
sketched his main theme in his head, Mr. 
Jones works out a system of elaborate 
scenarios. He divides his play according to 
the French method of scenes, and assigns to 
each separate division its exact purpose. The 
important situations of his drama he then 
attacks even more exhaustively, planning 
them minutely in advance. And then, as 
with Racine and Dumas and dozens of others 
before him, naught remains but the easy task 
of writing. 

And while he was telling about it, his 
hand went sketchingly over the table, like 
that of an architect describing his plans or 
of an engineer explaining his new patent. 
The mechanical expertness germane to 
every playwright's nature was graphically 
hinted by that nervous, firm hand that went 
sketching his scenes and his situations, all 
over the tablecloth. 

"How long does it take you to write a 
play ?" was the last personal question. But 
since Mr. Jones wrote "The Liars" in three 
months, and took fifteen months to write 
"Mrs. Dane's Defense," you see, even he 
doesn't know. 

Minetti Concert Next Thursday Evening. 

Beginning its twentieth season, the Minetti 
String Quartet will give its first concert next 
Thursday evening, January 25 , at 8:15, at 
Kohler & Chase Hall. The programme will in- 
clude a Quartet in G major, by Mozart; Trio 
(for two violins and viola), by Taneiew (first 
time in San Francisco) ; Quartet, op. 18, by 

Many delightful concerts have been given in 
the past by this admirable organization, and 
under Giulio Minetti, its devoted and artistic 
head, its work will continue to be of the highest 
standard. No genuine music lover can afford 
to miss this concert. Tickets are now on 
sale at the music stores. The members of the 
quartet, all players of established reputation, 
are Giulio Minetti, violin ; Hans Kcenig, vio- 
lin ; Julius Haug, viola; Arthur Weiss, 'cello. 

Mr. Minetti has recently received, direct 
from the hands of the composer. Arthur 
Foote's new Quartet in D major, and will 
present the work at a concert later in the 

The Beel Quartet Sunday Afternoon. 

The second concert of the Beel Quartet will 
be given this Sunday afternoon, January 21, 
at 2:30, in the Colonial ballroom of the St. 
Francis Hotel. Tickets are on sale at Sher- 
man, Clay & Co.'s and Kohler & Chase's, and 
may be purchased at the hotel on Sunday. 

The programme is to be one of quite ex- 
ceptional beauty and is as follows : Quartet 
in C minor, Beethoven; Sonata for piano and 
violin, Mrs. Marie Wilson-Stoney at the piano 

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Mrs. Wilson-Stoney is the daughter of 
James K. Wilson, the banker, and one of our 
most talented and accomplished musicians. 
Mr. B. H. Randall, who will play the clarinet 
in the Mozart number, is a young American 
artist from Boston, where he played in the 
new opera house. He was engaged by Man- 
ager Greenbaum as solo clarinetist for the 
Paris Opera Orchestra. 

The third Beel Quartet concert will be 
given Sunday afternoon, February 11, and the 
first of the evening concerts on Thursday 
night, March 7. 

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Opening Dinner Hotel Sutter. 

The newest and one of the most pleas- 
ingly appointed institutions of San Fran- 
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formally opened Saturday evening, Janu- 
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Promise is given that the housewarming 
will be a very happy affair, as well as 
marking another gratifying step in the 
building of the new San Francisco. One 
thousand invitations have been issued, and 
preparations have been made by Manager 
Robert G. Clarke for the reception and 
entertainment of the hotel's guests. The 
dinner, of course, will really serve to for- 
mally announce the opening of this hand- 
some hotel, which was completed last 

Music will lend its charm to the even- 
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W. C. Von Helms having been secured. 
In addition, Mme. Margaret Dodd, so- 
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Located at the corner of Sutter and 
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Knicker — Do you have a new cook often? 
Subbubs — We have them close enough to- 
gether to be twins. — Puck: 

"What are the proper calling cards ?" 
"Threes or upward are considered very good." 
— Lou isville Co u rier-Jo urnah 

Fat Actress — I do feel pleased. My new 
role fits me like a glove. Friend — Of course, 
it's the biggest in the piece. — Pele Mele. 

Man (at the phone; to man at the other 
end of the wire) — How dare you talk to me 
like that! You're not my wife! — Satire, 

"Wombat is a predestinarian." "What on 
earth is a predestinarian?" "A man who be- 
lieves he's bound to get run over some day 
by an automobile." — Fuck. 

"She's as pretty as a picture," said the 
young man. "Yes," replied the young woman, 
with a glance at her rival's complexion, "and 
hand-painted, too." — Stray Stories. 

The Passer-By — You took a great risk in 
rescuing that boy ; you deserve a Carnegie 
medal. What prompted you to do it ? The 
Hero — He had my skates on ! — Puck. 

"We had a fine sunrise this morning," said 
one New Yorker to another. "Did you see 
it?" "Sunrise?" said the second man. "Why, 
I'm always in bed before sunrise." — New 
York Ledger. 

"Would you call Bliggins a clever man?" 
"Certainly," replied Miss Cayenne. "He is 
not intellectual, but he is wonderfully clever 
in concealing the fact from strangers." — 
Washington Star, 

"I see you're still in mourning, though your 
husband has been dead three years." "Yes, 
in the first place I can never forget him, and 
then my fiance likes me better in black." — 
Fliegende Blatter. 

"I intended to give Wombat a little friendly 
advice this morning." "And why didn't you?" 
"Why, he started to tell me how to run my 
affairs, and that's something I tolerate from 
no man." — Washington Herald. 

"Gee, but it's tough to have to tell a 
bright, pretty, attractive, fascinating girl, the 
fervor of whose proposal shows how undying 
her affection is, that you can only be a 
brother to her!" — Boston Globe. 

Young Wife — Do you think it justifiable 
for a wife to take money from her husband's 
pockets ? Older Wife — It isn't a case of 
justification at all ; it is a question of finding 
any to take. — Baltimore American. 

"I would like," said a book-agent to a busy 
editor, "to call your attention to a little work 
that I have here." "Yes ?" replied the editor. 
"Well, let me call your attention to a whole 
lot of work that I have here." — Literary Di- 

Aunt Lucy — Yes, uncle is back from town, 
but it will be a week before he's up and 
around. Neighbor — Why, what happened to 
him? Aunt Lucy — He tried to pass through 
one of those revolving doors at the rush 
hour. — Chicago News. 

Excited Spinster — Oh, Ethel, we're going to 
have such a time at the party. The new 
curate's coming, and he's color-blind ! Ethel 
— Well, dear, what difference does that make ? 
Excited Spinster — Why, he thinks all the 
holly-berries are mistletoe. — The Sketch. 

"How is it that Rufus never takes you to 
the theatre any more?" "Well, you see, one 
evening it rained and so we sat in the par- 
lor." "Yes?" "Well, ever since that we — oh, 
I don't know, but don't you think that the- 
atres are an awful bore?" — Cornell Widow. 

"I suppose your wandering boy will come 
home and pay the mortgage off the farm, as 
they do in stories." "No," replied Farmer 
Corntossel ; "that aint his custom. When he 
gits through makin' suggestions, it generally 
means another mortgage." — Washington Star. 

"Professor," said Miss Skylight. "I want 
you to suggest a course in life for me. I 

have thought of journalism " "What are 

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and throbs and pulsates with an ambition to 
give the world a lifework that shall be mar- 
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the vastness of its structural beauty !" 
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them. Anything which adds to your hap- 
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gilds the lowering clouds, anything which bor- 
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nature, making life more worth living, home 
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to, my angel, if it doesn't cost more than two 
dollars and a half. — New York Weekly. 

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When Life's little winter comes on with its cold, 
Some one will warn you that you're getting old. 

Age won't surprise you — of that have no fear — 
Time need not whisper the news in your ear; 
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day, — 
Some one will notice that you're getting gray. 

The friend who has never in all of his life 
Thought once to cheer as you fought in the strife, 
Will gladly come forward with solace untold, 
Just to remind you that you're getting old. 

Men are forgetful when one meets success; 
They are unmindful of one in distress. 
But you can depend on them always to say: 
"Good gracious, old chap, but your hair's getting 
gray!" — Louis E. Thayer, in Puck. 

The Tug. 
The liner — she's a lady; that's the reason why, no 

She always needs assistance gettin' in an' gettin' 

She can't come up the river an' she dassn't dock 

So she whistles fer the tugboat in a most implorin' 

An' the tugboat takes the hawser an' goes puffin' 

up the stream 
With his stack a-smokin' lively an* his engine 

spittin' steam, 
Then he swings her an' he pulls her — like a cow- 
boy drivin' stock, 
An' he hasn't got no manners — but he gits her in 

the dock! 

He's short an' stout an' chunky 

Like a fat old goat. 
An' he aint no liner's flunky 

He's a free-lance boat; 
Yet it's easy, when you view him, 

An' you hear him pant, 
To see there aint much to him 

But his power plant 

When there's any job to tackle he will take it 

Whether towin' racin' liners er a garbage scow, 
You will see him ploddin' heavy with a raft of 

rolliu' logs, 
Or a-pantin' down the harbor with a barge of 

squealin* hogs, 
With a string of empty lighters er a ship from 

'round the horn, 
With a fleet of pleasure barges er a freighter full 

of corn, 
He yanks 'em through the river an' his dusky 

whistle blows 
As he tells the other steamers to be lookin* where 

they goes. 

His captain is a feller 

That is all there, too, 
An' there aint a streak of yeller 

In the tugboat's crew, 
What they promise they stand pat on 

An' if paid the rate, 
They would tow the hull Manhattan 

To the Golden Gate. 

The Tug — he bucks the river when it's full of 

grindin' ice, 
An' when there's trade to handle, why, you 

needn't call him twice, 
Fer he's out a-ridin' combers maybe fifty mile at 

An' he doesn't stop fer danger when he's lookin* 

fer a fee; 
He's the little giant helper, he's the live wire of 

the port, 
He's a nervy, nifty snorter an* a winner an' a 

He's the snubby-nosed exploiter of the chances of 

the game 
An* he's never much on beauty but he gets there 

just the same! 

If there's any job to rustle, 

Any chance to take, 
You'll see the tugboat hustle 

Like his gauge would break; 
Two hundred pounds of steam on 

Make his en-gines throb, 
He's the busy little demon 

An' he's on the job! 
— Berton Braley, in Hampton-Columbian Maga- 

Congressman Murray of Massachusetts, in 
the closing days of the last session of Con- 
gress, in August, made preparations to go to 
Wyoming on a camping and hunting trip. He 
was enthusiastic about it and took shooting 
lessons at a rifle gallery- The day his party 
was to leave for the West he received a tele- 
gram at the Capitol from his law partner in 
Boston. It read : "Come to Boston at once ; 
important business ; don't delay." Sadly, Mr. 
Murray abandoned his trip, surrendered his 
sleeping-car reservations and hurried to Bos- 
ton- Arriving there he took a taxicab for 
the office. He dashed in, and, there sat his 
partner. The partner said: "Hello, Bill! 
Come on, let's go fishing." 





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EDITORIAL: City Trusts and California — The Elimination 
of Professor Wilson — The Domination of Mr. Bryan — 
The Progressives in Confusion — Mr. Taft's Troubles 
— Mr. Casey and the Public Money — The Italian Insult 
to France — Mr. Tveitmoe and His Friends — Editorial 
Notes 49-51 

THE COSMOPOLITAN. By Sidney G. P. Coryn 52 

OLD FAVORITES: "An Old Man's Idyl," by Richard Realf; 

"Triumph," by H. C. Bunner 52 

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Speeches and Letters 56 

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VANITY FAIR: Fashions in Pets— The Parisian Miniature 
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Courtesy and Efficiency 60 

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PERSONAL: Notes and Gossip — Movements and Where- 
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LETTERS TO THE EDITOR: The Civic Centre, Willis Polk 63 

CURRENT VERSE: "Snow in Sleepy Hollow," by Minna 

Irving; "Sir Pedivere," by Moray Dutton 63 

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the Dismal Wits of the Day 64 


City Trusts and California. 

All the world knows that there is a labor trust in 
San Francisco which prescribes the terms and condi- 
tions of wages in the building and other trades and 
holds them at figures considerably in advance of those 
of neighboring communities. But all the world does 
not know that there is likewise a mill-men's trust which 
prescribes the prices of finishing lumber, etc., and holds 
them at figures considerably in advance of those of 
neighboring communities. And we suspect that it will 
surprise many, as it has surprised the Argonaut, to 
learn that these two apparently antagonistic trusts work 
together hand in glove to the common end of exploiting 
the builder and the investor. 

A concrete instance will illustrate the working of 
this system of hold-up participated in collusively by the 
labor trust and the mill-men's trust. A citizen of San 
Francisco now building or reconstructing his dwelling 
recently through his architect invited bids for a certain 
specified ''interior finish." The lowest and most satis- 
'actory bid was that of the Santa Clara mills, a con- 

cern operated by San Francisco and San Jose capital 
within less than fifty miles of the city — one hour distant 
by train. It appears that the Santa Clara concern is not 
in the local San Francisco mill-men's trust; and it 
finds itself able to sell at a profit at prices below those 
established by the trust. But now comes the mill-men's 
trust represented by a committee and the labor trust 
represented by a committee — the two working jointly — 
and demands of the builder of the house that he' shall 
cancel his contract with the Santa Clara mill because, 
forsooth, it is a "foreign institution," and that he buy 
his supplies at a considerably higher cost of the local 
trust. The local mill-men's trust, supported by the 
labor trust, demands in the sacred name of civic patriot- 
ism that its goods shall be bought, even though the 
price be arbitrarily and unreasonably higher. 

In contrast with this selfish and monopolistic spirit 
which insists upon separating and isolating San Fran- 
cisco from the country of which it is an integral part 
and of stigmatizing everybody and everything beyond 
the San Mateo County line as "foreign" and therefore 
under taboo, we commend the spirit of Mayor Rolph's 
remarks before the Unitarian Club on Monday night 
of this week. The mayor, while essentially a San Fran- 
ciscan and in his official character speaking directly for 
San Francisco, understands the essential identity of San 
Francisco and the State of California. Under his prac- 
tical and human view of the situation, nothing in Cali- 
fornia is "foreign" in its relations to San Francisco. 
It is to be hoped that the mayor in his practical deal- 
ings will not lose sight of the ideals which inspire his 
public utterances. t 

The Elimination of Professor Wilson. 

Months ago this newspaper saw weaknesses in the 
character and record of Professor Woodrow Wilson 
which it believed would break down his presidential 
candidacy. So, early in December, it predicted that 
before the convention period he would be eliminated 
from the calculations of his party. The event has 
developed rather sooner than it was expected; and 
curiously enough it has come about through the agency 
of men who for many months past have given their 
influence and their energies in Professor Wilson's be- 
half. It was Colonel George Harvey of Harper's 
Weekly who brought Professor Wilson into the notice 
of the country, first by promoting his election to the 
governorship of New Jersey, then by skillfully "boom- 
ing" him for the presidency. It was Colonel Watter- 
son of the Louisville Courier-Journal who, taking up 
Professor Wilson, gave him the countenance and adver- 
tisement which might have gained him his party 
nomination if he had been worthy of it. But these 
supports have dropped from under him. Colonel Har- 
vey pronounces hiifc an ungrateful and impossible man. 
Colonel Watterson remarks sneeringly that where he 
"hoped for another Tilden" he has "found a school- 
master" — a man incapable of working in political asso- 
ciation with others and lacking in the fundamental 
virtue of appreciation of obligations. Under the con- 
dition established by this change of feeling, nothing 
remains to be done with Professor Wilson's presidential 
boom but to bury it as speedily and decently as the cir- 
cumstances will permit. 

The country will excuse a great deal in a man to 
whom it has once given a substantial measure of ap- 
proval and confidence. It is really and truly eager, 
sneers and gibes to the contrary notwithstanding, to 
find first-class men and to sustain them. The extrava- 
gances of Mr. Bryan, although they have been freely 
censured, have not shaken his vital hold upon the good- 
will of vast numbers. Nor have the ravings, puerilities, 
and open dishonesties of Mr. Roosevelt bereft him of 
friendship and support. Mr. Taft's indiscretions, al- 
though they are widely deplored, have gained for him 
on the one hand as much as they have lost him on 
the other. But there is one sin which the American 
people will not condone, and that is the sin of ingrati- 

tude. The fact may be assailed with many forms of 
moral logic, but when all is said and done the fact 
remains as potent as before. No man incapable of 
faithful cooperation with friends and helpers, no man 
mindless of political or friendly obligations, may hope 
to get ahead in American politics. The country will 
not have it. It does not perhaps stop to reason ; it 
follows an instinct which controls ever}' man who has 
warm blood in his veins. 

The rock upon which Professor Wilson has foun- 
dered is one familiar to men of political experi- 
ence or observation. It is nothing less than the 
familiar, cold-blooded, and essential principle of mug- 
wumpery. The idea of the mugwump was and is that 
in politics a man, even while accepting favors from all 
possible sources, should and must live in a state of 
moral aloofness from other men. He must be better, 
wiser, stronger, and a good deal holier than anybody 
else. This doctrine has always made special appeal 
to the narrow specialist who styles himself a "scholar 
in politics." Your "scholar in politics," while will- 
ing enough to rise through the assistance and co- 
operation of others, rejects and resents any idea 
of obligation on his own part. In his smug philos- 
ophy he regards his political advancement as due 
to his supreme gifts precisely as Mr. Carnegie holds his 
vast wealth to be the product of his personal virtues. 
He is not consciously ungrateful, because he can not 
conceive himself as under obligations to anybody. It 
is a habit of mind which grows up in men accustomed 
from the pulpit, the rostrum, or the professor's chair to 
deal under assumptions of infallibility with immaturity 
or femininity and who fails to "mix" with other 
men. Your schoolmaster, to borrow Colonel Wat- 
terson's sneer, is almost invariably a man with- 
out consideration, without gratitude, without charity. 
Whoever has lived in one of his petty communities 
will bear witness that he is irresponsible as a citizen, 
incapable in the working relations of life, impossible as 
a neighbor or a friend. All knowledge and all virtue 
live with him; other men are tolerable and tolerated 
only as they accept his theories and contribute to 
his pretensions — and to his support. 

Professor Wilson gladly accepted the support of 
Colonel Harvey in his campaign for the governorship; 
and as Colonel Harvey, like the high-minded man he is, 
wanted nothing in the way of reciprocal favors, all 
went well. Likewise Professor Wilson accepted 
Colonel Harvey's support for the presidency — and this 
with friendly manifestations — until somebody told him 
that it was being carried to a dangerous point. A man 
of natural and human feeling would have found decent 
and easy ways of moderating it within the limits of dis- 
cretion. But Professor Wilson, after the manner of 
the schoolmaster, knew of no other than the arbi- 
trary method. With a brutal bluntness he dis- 
missed Colonel Harvey from his friendship, and then 
in sweet unconsciousness of having offended a gentle- 
man and a friend, informed the newspapers that nothing 
had happened as between Colonel Harvey and himself. 
This was a truly professorial way of dealing; but to 
men of common and human instincts and impulses — to 
men of the Watterson type — it is nothing less than 
cold-blooded ingratitude tinged with falsehood. And so 
it has been accepted by the country. Professor Wilson 
in a pitiful effort to save his face still assumes to be a 
candidate. But this pose is a bluff which deceives 
neither himself nor anybody else. He is a dead duck 
— floating out belly-up on a swift ebb-tide. Prob 
his name will not be mentioned when the hosts of 
Democracy gather at Baltimore next summer. 

The Domination of Mr. Bryan. 

In the utterance in which it fore-guessed the elimina- 
tion of Professor Wilson from the presidential game 
this newspaper noted the continuing hold of Mr. Wil- 
liam Jennings Bryan upon Democratic affections and 


January 27, 1912. 

upon the party machinery. In connection with the events 
eliminating Professor Wilson this has become even 
more apparent. And there are reasons why it should 
be so. Mr. Bryan is the one figure in large poli- 
tics who has neither turned tail nor changed his 
coat in recent years. He entered national politics 
as an advanced radical, as the champion of theories 
and causes inherited from the rank Populism of 
the early 'nineties. He was the first man of respect- 
able political connections — the first strong enough or 
fortunate enough to bring an organized national party 
to his support — to espouse principles which another and 
more belated champion of innovation has sought to 
capitalize as a "new nationalism." Fifteen years ago 
Mr. Bryan, alone among the political leaders of the 
time, stood valiantly for all the "isms" — for all the 
half-baked doctrines and proposals which now make up 
the creed which calls itself progressive; and which has 
indeed progressed so far as to have lost sight of the 
wisdom and the caution of the founders of the republic. 
Mr. Bryan was the original progressive. He has not 
changed nor turned nor dodged. He is still the ideal 
progressive. He stands for everything that La Fol- 
lette, Cummins, Roosevelt, and the rest of the crowd 
stand for. And he has behind him what they have 
not, namely, a record of unshaken fidelity and of per- 
sistent devotion to the cause. If today the mood of 
the country is progressive — if it is the popular will to 
nullify the traditions of our nationality, to wipe out 
the guaranties of the constitution, and to start on a 
wild career under the principle of democracy and in 
contempt of the old restraints — then Mr. Bryan is the 
logical man for President. 

There are signs that Mr. Bryan's party is not blind 
to his title to leadership. To be sure, there is a con- 
servative Democracy unfriendly to the Bryan pro- 
gramme as it was in the day of Cleveland, but this ele- 
ment is hopelessly in the minority. The vital forces 
of Democracy — its rank and file — are for Bryanism, and 
unless we are deceived, it hears and loves the voice of 
Bryan. Today Mr. Bryan in the eye and mind of very 
many is the preeminent man of Democracy, and it is 
inevitable that in one way or another his purposes as 
they relate to party policy will work themselves out in 
the events of the coming year. 

Mr. Bryan does not presume to decline the Demo- 
cratic nomination before it has been tendered him. 
But he has said, and we believe with entire sincerity, 
that he is not eager to be a candidate. He has 
declared that his supreme ambition is now for the 
success of his party; and we believe that he will put 
party success in advance of his personal vanities. But 
Mr. Bryan will either lead in person as the candidate 
of his party for the presidency or he will dictate who 
the candidate shall be. The powers in his hand are 
such that no man may be nominated over his protest. 
This is conceded by every close political observer — by 
every man of any party who is not blinded by his am- 
bitions, his resentments, or his hopes. 

And this being so, we are convinced that Governor 
Harmon or any other man representing the spirit of 
conservative or Cleveland Democracy, may just as well 
hang his harp on a willow tree arid abandon the game. 
Hopes of a conservative candidate would probably be 
futile even if the majority rule prevailed in Demo- 
cratic practice. But under the traditional rule which 
calls for a two-thirds vote in Democratic conventions 
the success of any protest which Mr. Bryan may inter- 
pose is an assurance. 

If Mr. Bryan shall deem himself the most effective 
man for the Democratic nomination — and conviction 
on this score may not be difficult — he will take the nom- 
ination and for the fourth time go before the country as 
a presidential aspirant. But it is possible that Mr. 
Bryan may see himself stronger in the role of Warwick. 
He may, taking stock of the animosities and resent- 
ments associated with his name, think it wiser to 
try the magic of a new personality. And in this 
case who is the likeliest man from his point of 
view? Certainly not Mr. Folk for a multitude of rea- 
sons, certainly not Mr. Underwood of Alabama, cer- 
tainly not Mayor Gaynor of New York. Then who? 
It is to be remembered that the present Speaker of the 
I Inuse of Representatives, Mr. Champ Clark, is a close 
personal fr'end of Mr. Bryan, that he belongs to the 
same school of political thought, that he has shown 
Bryan continuing consideration in his administration 
of congressional affairs. Who so likely, then, if Bryan 
himself shall put aside the crown, as that it should pass 
\t friend and his steadfast co-partner in the 
whimsicalities of Bryanism? By all odds, we 

think Mr. Clark the likeliest man for the Democratic 
nomination if it shall not fall to Bryan himself. 

The Progressives in Confusion. 

The futility of the La Follette candidacy is now all 
but acknowledged. It has not one outspoken friend in 
the official organization of the party; and there is per- 
haps but one state — Wisconsin — in which it could get 
even a local endorsement. The Ohio incident told the 
story in terms which even Mr. La Follette himself 
could not misunderstand. Even the leaders of pro- 
gressivism are not for him. The simple truth is 
that all of them are individually ambitious. Every 
mother's son of them hears the buzzing of his own bee 
and keeps more or less in concealment a private 
lightning rod. In the Ohio conference of progressives 
Mr. Garfield opposed the resolution endorsing La Fol- 
lette, presumably in respect of Mr. Roosevelt. But in 
the back of his vision there was the picture of Mr. 
Garfield himself. Mr. Pinchot, too, in his little excur- 
sion into Ohio politics, spoke as for Roosevelt ; 
but he, too, had visions of a nice young man with 
hair parted in the middle turning the White House into 
a bachelor's hall. And so all along the line. Mr. 
Cummins, encouraged by the obvious collapse of La Fol- 
lette and undismayed by the lion annihilator of Oyster 
Bay, has come out openly in the character of Barkis. 
Even our own Hiram has started East on a visit of 
sentiment and affection to his son, who he has con- 
veniently or adroitly placed somewhere handy in school. 

Each of these aspiring gentlemen, if he could but 
know it, is making a separate and several fool of 
himself. No one of them — nor even all of them 
rolled up into one — has the mental or moral bigness for 
the presidency of the United States. There is but one 
figure in the progressive phalanx who holds in his per- 
sonality and powers the possibility of a party nomina- 
tion. That figure of course is none other than Mr. 
Roosevelt. If the progressive faction, subordinating its 
La Follettes, Cumminses, Pinchots, Garfields, and John- 
sons, could unite upon Roosevelt and if he should then 
come out into the open and rally his forces, it might give 
Mr. Taft trouble. But in their hearts the state leaders 
of progressivism do not like Roosevelt. And for cause ; 
for they know full well that with Mr. Roosevelt at the 
head of the progressive faction,, the La Follettes and 
Cumminses et al. would dwindle to small dimensions. 
They are not minded to eliminate themselves. They 
are no more ready now to hand over the banner of 
progressivism to Roosevelt than they were to yield it 
when he demanded it in 1910 on the sacred ground of 
Osawatomie. Nor will Mr. Roosevelt come out in the 
open. He wants to be President again — there is no 
doubt about that. He demonstrates his o'erweening 
ambition in a hundred ways, even while denying and 
seeking to hide it. For once in his life he is afraid. 
He doesn't dare risk the loss of prestige, involving 
the collapse of his established fame, in an open candi- 
dacy. He prefers to work underhand, through devious 
and concealed channels, to seek by stealth that which he 
dearly wishes but lacks the manly frankness to ask for. 

It is for the reasons here suggested that Mr. Roose- 
velt is not and will not become a real figure in the pre- 
convention campaign. Progressivism as a popular 
movement would undoubtedly welcome him, but pro- 
gressivism as an organized faction will not get behind 
him. Mr. La Follette, it is to be noted, has openly 
attacked him in recent speeches. Nor, as we have al- 
ready said, will Mr. Roosevelt in a frank and manly way 
declare the hopes he secretly cherishes. The one chance 
of Mr. Roosevelt's nomination is that of jumping into 
the convention ring with a double-somersault and a 
"Whoop-la!" Having adopted Mr. Bryan's principles, 
he will now imitate the tactics by which the peerless 
one gained a Democratic nomination in 1896. All of 
which may turn out to be good politics. But it is not 
the kind of politics the country has the right to expect 
from a man of Mr. Roosevelt's history and preten- 

As to an independent progressive programme, apart 
from and outside the lines of the party — that is out of 
the question. There is no man, excepting perhaps 
Roosevelt, with the hardihood — and even he seems to 
be gun-shy — to lead such a movement, and there would 
be no followers. Progressivism seeks to capture the 
Republican party boots and breeches; it has no thought 
of abandoning it. Nor will it take any risks. It would 
rather stay with the party, even though it must play 
the role of traitor to it, than to venture boldly to estab- 
lish its own scheme outside the party. Which after all 
is only a way of demonstrating that it lacks the courage 

of its pretended convictions. But perhaps it has no 
convictions. Perhaps it is merely the vehicle of vari- 
ous personal ambitions. 

Mr. Taft's Troubles. 

In the meantime Mr. Taft's candidacy, while pros- 
perous, is not untroubled. New York, whose sup- 
port in convention is regarded as essential to anything 
like certainty, is shy. The President's essential pro- 
gressivism, as illustrated in his energetic even though 
futile enforcements of the Sherman law, does not please 
the "interests" whose influences are centred on Man- 
hattan Island. Wall Street mutters bad words every 
time his name is named. There are those not with- 
out large elements of political power, even in these 
reforming days, who would prefer some other man in 
the White House. There are even those among the 
"interests" who, knowing his adroitness in the accept- 
ance of new programmes, would prefer Roosevelt if 
they could see the way to turn the trick without hand- 
ing the presidency to the Democrats. 

Then there is trouble in the Cabinet. Mr. Stimson, 
while owing and acknowledging allegiance to Taft, 
claims the privilege of friendship with Mr. Roose- 
velt, although the fact is a reflection upon his chief. 
Taft ought to fire him bodily, but he is an amiable man, 
indolent in his minor resentments, and one easily ca- 
joled. He keeps Mr. Stimson in the Cabinet even 
though he must know in his heart that he is a detri- 
ment rather than a help to him. 

Then there is Mr. Hitchcock. This precious example 
of inflated pigmyism was originally a clerk in the Post- 
office Department. When Mr. Roosevelt elevated his 
clerk Cortelyou into a Cabinet minister, Cortelyou 
elevated Hitchcock to be his own clerk. Hitchcock 
under orders from Cortelyou, he under orders from 
Roosevelt, devised the famous steam-roller, and did 
Roosevelt's bidding with it. Upon the political credit 
thus acquired Mr. Hitchcock came into Mr. Taft's 
Cabinet. His status in the earlier days of the Taft 
presidency was that of political expert and guide. Then 
when his lack of competence and his want of character 
were demonstrated he was by degrees separated from 
political authority. He found himself at last not the 
political guide and philosopher of Mr. Taft, but merely 
the managing head of the postal service. He has not 
been even respectfully mentioned in connection with 
the oncoming campaign. Mr. Hilles has completely 
superseded him as the man in charge of the President's 
political affairs. Mr. Hitchcock's loyalty has not been 
equal to the strain ; and, after the manner of personal 
and political littleness, he has sought a mean revenge. 
The story is worth recital. 

The first responsibility of a Cabinet officer is to his 
chief. What he does he does not in his own name, but 
in the name of the President. An honorable man in 
the Cabinet works in complete and cordial subordina- 
tion to the President. At the same time a Cabinet place 
affords to a disloyal man exceptional opportunities of 
stabbing his chief in the back. A few days ago Mr. 
Hitchcock seized such a chance. Without consulting 
the President, who, whatever his ultimate opinions and 
plans may be, was not ready to father so radical a pro- 
posal, Mr. Hitchock made public a project to nation- 
alize the telegraph system of the country. It was a 
stroke of bald impertinence; and it was a stroke at 
the President. It was in its way adroit, for it proposed 
something well calculated in the state of public opinion 
to command popular approval. 

What Mr. Hitchcock wanted, no doubt, was by a 
proposal popular in itself to arouse the resentment of 
Mr. Taft against an act of offensive insubordination. 
His calculation was that the treachery of a disloyal act 
would be lost amid the clamors of popular com- 
mendation of his specific proposal. Mr. Taft, he 
hoped, would in his resentment dismiss him from 
his Cabinet post and thus make a martyr of him 
— a martyr to a popular cause. Then the adroit 
Mr. Hitchcock would go where he belongs, to serve the 
cause of his real master, Mr. Roosevelt. He would 
take with him all the influences and powers attaching 
to his position at the head of the widespreading postal 
service, plus the prestige of his famous steam-roller 
with such potentialities as may even yet abide with it. 
Probablv he would be able to carry an elemtn 
ganized force away from Taft and to Roosev.'! 
sibly he might even be able to break into tl 
now in training to come up from the cotton bell 
cago next June as a solid force for Taft. 

In gliding more or less smoothly over this 
and in retaining Mr. Hitchcock as a Cabinet 

January 27, 1912. 



Taft has been politic. Possibly he has been a bit weak. 
His impulse must have been to take the little schemer 
by the scruff of his neck and to plant the toe of his 
ample boot in just the right place. It would have 
served Hitchcock damwellright, and we believe it 
would have pleased the country, since all men despise 
a traitor and an ingrate. But Mr. Taft no doubt re- 
flected that Hitchcock dismissed might be a serious 
fact, while Hitchcock, distrusted though still retained, 
might be an irritation, but essentially a harmless one. 
The event, we think, will be nothing to the good. If 
Roosevelt shall really want Hitchcock for his own cam- 
paign purposes he has only to whistle for him. Pos- 
sibly it may better suit Mr. Roosevelt's newest method 
in politics to have a spy in Taft's Cabinet than to have 
the same creature as an open friend and supporter out- 
side of it. , 

Mr. Casey and the Public Money. 

The examination of Mr. Casey and Mr. Laumeister 
by the finance committee of the board of supervisors 
was a humiliating affair and as discreditable to the city 
at large as to the incriminated officials. Casey is the 
president and Laumeister a member of the board of 
works. In their official capacity they had large respon- 
sibilities, as large as any branch of the administration, 
and involving the expenditure of great sums of money. 
There is no need to enter into the details of the investi- 
gation now in progress. They have been fully reported 
from day to day and have doubtless been digested by 
the public. Suffice it to say that the advent of the 
new administration has disclosed a serious deficit in 
the public funds and that to account for that deficit 
the finance committee has found it necessary to interro- 
gate the responsible officials. The results of the inter- 
rogation are now before us, such as they are. So far 
as specific information is concerned it may be said that 
nothing at all can be extracted from Mr. Casey except 
confessions of ignorance, petulant complaints of the 
procedure, and expressions of lofty indifference to such 
"details" as a deficit of a million dollars. Mr. Casey 
seems to know nothing of the executive work entrusted 
to him, nothing of the money wasted in its perform- 
ance, nothing of the evasions, deceptions, and inca- 
pacities of his subordinates. Mr. Casey's conception of 
his duty is a psychological problem, but it is evident 
that the performance of his legitimate work, and for 
which he was well paid, forms no part of it. There is 
no more shameful example of impudent incompetence 
upon record. 

But the blame does not belong wholly to Mr. Casey. 
No small part of it belongs on the shoulders of those 
who appointed him and upon the system that allowed 
him to be appointed. Why should Mr. Casey be ex- 
pected to know anything of finance? Why should he 
be supposed competent to handle a million dollars, or a 
million cents? It would be just as intelligent to ask 
him to perform an operation for appendicitis or to take 
charge of the Mount Hamilton observatory. He is as 
ignorant of finance as he is of medicine or astronomy. 
He is ignorant of everything except his own particular 
manual trade. Mr. Casey would never have been heard 
of but for his share in the teamsters' strike and for 
his skill in organizing violence and terrorizing the com- 
munity. His ability in these lawless ways naturally 
endeared him to the McCarthy administration, whose 
one conception of public duty was to remain in office 
and to bribe a sufficient number of voters to accomplish 
that end. Mr. Casey was useful. He had a following, 
and he was unencumbered with a conscience. For him 
and his friends the city was no more than a sheep to 
be shorn or a cow to be milked. He knew how to 
handle men, to crowd the pay-rolls, to subordinate every 
public activity to the getting of votes from those ready 
to sell their votes, or their souls, to the highest bidder. 
Mr. Casey was the ideal official from the McCarthy 
point of view. That he was unable to do the honest 
work that he was paid to do did not matter at all. The 
administration that appointed him would have laughed 
at such a scruple. A decent efficiency was no part of 
their scheme. Indeed it would have been a detriment. 

Mr. Casey happens to be in the limelight at the mo- 
ment, but there are plenty of others who ought to be 
there. The report of the grand jury deals with the 
civil service commission, the board of health, the police 
commission, and the fire commission. Everywhere the 
same welter of incapacity, fraud upon the taxpayer, de- 
ceit and illegality. Everywhere the same contempt for 
efficiency and for law, the same single-eyed devotion to 
the rapacity of sectional politics. All these things were 
implied, inevitable, from the moment when Mr. Mc- 

Carthy became mayor of San Francisco. Now the bill 
is being presented and it is a heavy one in money and in 
reputation. The bill is always presented for such follies. 

This maladministration is by no means confined to 
city affairs. So far as incapacity is concerned there is 
not much to choose between a labor-union administra- 
tion in the city and a "reform" administration in the 
state. They are both governed by the same politics, by 
the same need to reward the heelers and the henchmen, 
by the same passion for strengthening the machine at 
the cost of the public and to the defiance of decency. 
When Governor Johnson needed some one to administer 
the Employers' Liability law he could have made his 
choice from a dozen competent men whose experience 
had fitted them to perform duties of delicacy and dif- 
ficulty. But he chose Mr. Pillsbury. Instead of seek- 
ing in the ranks of the successful he makes his choice 
from the failures. Instead of finding some one who 
had already proved his capacity in other ways he finds 
some one with many years' record of incapacity. In 
other words he follows the same tactics as Mr. Mc- 
Carthy, his twin brother in politics. He appoints Mr. 
Pillsbury, not because Mr. Pillsbury can do the work, 
but because Mr. Pillsbury has been a useful machine 
hack, a reliable wheel horse, and because Mr. Pillsbury 
happens to need $3500 a year and can doubtless say 
many a word in season and twist many a political screw 
as he travels up and down the state with his little magic 

Governor Johnson's sphere is different from that of 
Mr. McCarthy, just as Mr. Pillsbury's is different from 
that of Mr. Casey's, but the principle is the same all 
the way through. And it is a principle that makes good 
government impossible. 

The Italian Insult to France. 

Italy is getting into hot water over her little piece of 
brigandage in Tripoli. She was so indiscreet as to 
seize a French ship having a number of Turkish nurses 
on board and bound for a neutral port. France now 
threatens to make a naval demonstration against Italy, 
and although the incident can hardly be considered as 
a casus belli it shows the unanimous disgust aroused 
throughout Europe by a war of aggression deliberately 
invoked and without even the pretense of diplomatic 
adjustment. Turkey has, of course, no friends. Her 
history has not been of the kind to inspire cordiality or 
benevolence, but Europe has no toleration for so reck- 
less a disturbance of that frail house of cards known 
as the balance of power. Italy's attack upon Tripoli 
is not only a grave incitement to violence in the Balkan 
peninsula which might mean anything in the whole 
chapter of catastrophes, but it raises the spectre of a 
general Mohammedan uprising in defense of the head 
of the church at Constantinople. It is a prospect that 
European governments think about but do not speak of, 
and that it is a reality is shown by the present prepara- 
tions for a fresh attack upon the Spaniards in Morocco. 
Italy has done more than flout the conscience of the 
world. She has endangered the peace of Europe. 

But Italy has at least secured the support of Mr. 
Hearst, which may console her in her affliction. There 
are very few Turks in America, and probably they have 
no votes. On the other hand there is a large Italian 
population that has votes and uses them. A moment's 
calculation showed Mr. Hearst his opportunity and he 
took it. After rapidly perusing a copy of "Ivanhoe" 
in order to get the local color he bound the cross of 
the crusader upon his arm and like a new Peter the 
Hermit he summoned Christendom to the rescue of 
the Holy Sepulchre now in the hands of the infidel 
Turk. The response was feeble and falsetto, most of 
his readers not having heard of the Holy Sepulchre. 
But Mr. Hearst got a vote of thanks from some officials 
in Italy, and if he can but "keep it up" till he next 
runs for office he may get quite a number of votes 
from our picturesque fellow-citizens who do their best 
to keep us supplied with fruit and black-hand outrages. 

Mr. Tveitmoe and His Friends. 
We are still left in doubt as to whether the Building 
Trades Council recently in session at Fresno decided to 
go over bodily to the Socialists or whether they will 
hold themselves aloof from the blandishments of Mr. 
Job Harriman and his coadjutors. The meetings were 
strictly private, and if the Socialists are now congratu- 
lating themselves upon the adhesion of so large a body 
of followers they are showing no external signs of it. 
We may believe that the building trades unions would 
hesitate before taking a step that would certainly have 
a disintegrating effect upon the ranks of union labor in 

general. If Mr. McCarthy hopes to regain the mayor's 
chair he must know that a profession of Socialism 
added to his already proved incapacities would hardly 
help forward his ambitions. 

But although the Fresno meetings were private we 
know a good deal of what happened there. We know 
that there was an attempt to oust Mr. McCarthy and 
Mr. Tveitmoe and that the attempt failed. There is no 
particular reason why the same stupidity that elected 
Mr. McCarthy to the mayoralty and that still voted for 
him upon the last occasion should not continue to sup- 
port him in the Building Trades Council. Moreover, 
Mr. McCarthy has a certain reputation for sustained 
resentments and revenges that makes him a bad man 
to antagonize in labor-union circles. He retains his 
position by the same methods that won it for him, by 
always striking the first blow and by never allowing 
an injury to pass without retaliation. He is one of 
those men of whom it has been said that they have 
many enemies and that their friends hate them. 

But the case of Mr. Tveitmoe is different. There 
must be many men in the building trades who bitterly 
resent the continued ascendancy of a man whose record 
is a matter of unsavory notoriety, whose capacity is of 
the feeblest, and who at this moment lies under indict- 
ment for complicity in a crime of murderous violence. 
Mr. Tveitmoe's fatuous speech at Fresno would have 
condemned him to any audience less blinded by a foolish 
and desperate prejudice. At a time when the ordinary 
human decencies of the labor-union movement are trying 
to disassociate themselves from contact with crime in a 
peculiarly cruel form Mr. Tveitmoe takes occasion to 
denounce the McNamara trial as an attack upon organ- 
ized labor, the indictment of himself as a part of that 
same attack, and thus to identify the labor movement as 
a whole with the propaganda by dynamite. After hear- 
ing such a tirade as that and giving to it its approval 
the Building Trades Council will certainly have no 
grievance if the public should take it at its word and 
associate it with the criminal sympathies that it seems 
so anxious to adopt. 

Mr. Tveitmoe's denunciation of the supposed con- 
spiracy against himself was a farrago of nonsense and 
he knew it. Most of those who heard him knew it, too. 
He is charged in the ordinary way and by the usual 
methods with a crime more cowardly and more despic- 
able than that of the burglar or the highwayman. If 
he should be found guilty he will occupy a far lower 
place than that of the wretch who at least had the 
pluck, such as it was, to place the dynamite in the 
doomed building. It is hard to see any occasion for 
heroics in such a charge as that. And when Mr. 
Tveitmoe is brought to trial it will be a fair trial, as 
fair as was the trial of the McNamaras, and it is hardly 
necessary to remind any one that whatever villainies 
were committed at that trial in the way of jury bribing 
were committed for the defense and not for the prose- 
cution. That Mr. Tveitmoe should be defiant is natural 
enough at this early stage of the game. Rats are al- 
ways defiant when they are cornered. But that he 
should be able to secure the applause of the Building 
Trades Council is significant of an inability to think 
or to learn that is discouraging. 

Editorial Notes. 

The drivers of San Francisco's public motor-cabs are 
formed into a labor union. The drivers of private 
motor-cars, a superior class of men, better man- 
nered and better paid, are not unionized. Funeral 
parties are commonly made up of public and pri- 
vate cars which move in a decorous order to the 
cemetery. A few days back as a funeral proces- 
sion, following the body of the late Mr. Stern, was 
starting from the Fairmont Hotel, a walking delegate 
representing the union of public cab drivers insolently 
ordered it to halt because Mr. Stern's family occupied 
a private car driven by a man not affiliated with the 
union. Rather than make an unseemly scene, the 
mourning group left the private car and rode to the 
cemetery in a public car, dirty and uncomfortable, but 
duly unionized. Due to this incident there was a half- 
hour's delay. The facts of the case are sufficiently elo- 
quent, and we think it quite unnecessary to multiply 
phrases respecting them. But — is this a free country 
or is it a despotism? 

It begins to look as if the famous compromise by 
which the exposition was to be spread over all creation, 
having been accepted wholesale, is to be nullified in de- 
tail. All plans now under the pressure of disc 
and necessity seem to point to Harbor Vii 
finger of common sense has pointed all aloi 


January 27, 1912. 


One of the causes for despondency about China is the ap- 
parent absence of great men. There may be some national 
heroes who are lurking in the background and awaiting their 
cue, but so far there seem to be none upon the stage. There 
were hopes that Yuan Shi Kai, the premier, might prove to 
be a great man, but he seems to be only a Chinaman, After 
making all due allowance for the jealousies of rivals the con- 
census of opinion about Yuan Shi Ki is too strong to be 
ignored. He is great in duplicity and chicane, but not in the 
virtues inculcated by Confucius and Mencius. Yon Fu says 
of him : ''Yuan has many followers, but all of them adhere 
to him through the desire of obtaining wealth and promi- 
nence by his assistance. Take away that desire from them, 
there will remain no relations between them and Yuan." 
Chang Chien, who was once Yuan's schoolmaster, is no less 
vigorous in his estimate. He says: "Yuan does unblush- 
ingly things that others are ashamed to perform. He is un- 
scrupulous and hesitates at nothing. Being such, he may 
advance himself to a prominent position." Now here in 
America we do not know much about Yon Fu nor about 
Chang Chien. They may be very respectable men and we 
hope tha't they are, wishing to think well of every one. But 
we do know Dr. \Yu Ting-fang. We never thought that we 
could love any Chinaman as we love Dr. Wu Ting-fang and 
so we are disposed to regard his opinion as final. And Dr. 
\Yu says : "Call on him at his home. When the spring sun 
is shining warm and bright, he hugs a blazing stove with two 
or three fur coats on his back. A man of that type can 
never be able to accomplish anything remarkable." When the 
Roman people called upon Cincinnarus they found him plow- 
ing his fields and they knew at once that he must be a great 
man. When the Chinese people visit Yuan they find him 
hugging a stove, which demonstrates his smallness. And this 
shows us how careful we ought to be in such matters. 

Dr. William Osier is an authority not only upon life and 
its capacities, but also upon death. For many years he has 
been a student "of the art and of the act of -dying," and so 
for the first time we have death elevated to the region of art. 
The idea is worthy of consideration, for to die with dignity 
and grace is not given to every man, but it might be culti- 
vated. Dr. Osier does not like Maeterlinck's essay on death 
because there is a "cadaverous mustiness" about it that can 
not be hidden even by the beauty of its language. Maeter- 
linck ought not to use such phrases as "The Tortures of the 
Last Illness," "The Pangs of Death," and "Horror," with 
which his pages are sprinkled. They are unjustified, says Dr. 
Osier. Very few suffer severely in the body, fewer still in 
the mind. Like Socrates, nearly all men owe a cock to 
Asclepius for an easy passage. Without Dr. Osier's profes- 
sional knowledge of death we may believe heartily that he is 
right. Death is as natural as birth and, as a famous physi- 
cian once said, not half so painful. Its correspondence with 
sleep must be a close one, and just as we do not sleep except 
to relieve the pain of weariness so we do not die except to 
relieve the pain of living. It is the alternative, gratefully 
accepted. The dread of death is the invention of religion, 
and it is strange that the vision o£ Mr. Maeterlinck, which has 
pierced so many clouds, should be bafHed by this one. 

Bernard Quaritch of London has boaght the famous Hoe 
Bible for $27,500 and so it comes into his hands for the 
second time. It is the famous Ashburnham copy and was 
originally purchased by Mr. Quaritch for $15,000 and sold to 
Mr. Hoe for $17,500. But other Bibles have commanded a 
still higher price. Henry E. Huntington bought a Gutenberg 
Bible printed on vellum for $50,000 and Mr. Morgan bought 
the Huth copy of the Gutenberg Bible for $29,000. This was 
a much finer copy than the one just bought by Mr. Quaritch 
and it contained autograph notes believed to be by Gutenberg 
himself. It is gratifying to note that the Holy Scriptures 
are now being brought within reach of the millionaire. It 
has been urged more or less plausibly that cheap editions tend 
to discourage the sale of the higher-priced issues, but the 
demand for Gutenberg Bibles seems to prove the contrary-. 
Advocates of religion have long hoped for some way to per- 
suade the millionaire to read the Bible, but so far the million- 
aire has seemed to be obdurate. The ten-cent Bible had no 
charms for him and even the Gospels for a nickel left him 
unmoved. Eut now at last he has been reached. The Guten- 
berg edition has appealed and he buys it willingly. Thus does 
the good work advance. 


Robert Louis Stevenson, for so wise a man, seems to have 
been singularly unaware ox, or indifferent to, the laws ol 
health, but that, too, may have been a part of his -wisdom. 
He spent the winter of 1SS7 in the Adirondacks struggling 
against the disease which was not to subdue him for seven 
years. He lived in a little cottage that was much overheated 
and from which all ventilation was carefully excluded. The 
smoke of his incessant cigarettes obscured the atmosphere and 
perhaps helped to drive away the visitors who came to gaze 
upon him as one gazes at a lion in a den. Fashionable 
callers were specially unwelcome and Stevenson once re- 
marked, according to an account in the Medical Record, that 
"it isn't the great unwashed which I dread, but the great 
washed." But whoever else was unwelcome there was always 
a greeting for Richard Mansfield. It is an impressive, almost 
a tremendous, picture, that of the clouded room fitfully lit 
by the flames of the log fire and Stevenson huddled close to 
the warmth while Mansfield at the other end of the room 
gave hi? weird impersonation of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. 
It must nave been like God looking upon his handiwork and 

iding it good- 

X. Raphael, writing from Paris to the London Daily 
s that the Carnavalet Museum, which has already 

a wealth of curiosities and relics from the stormier portions 
of French history, has just received a very interesting New 
Year's gift. The descendants of Edouard Lasne, who was 
housekeeper of the Temple prison when the "Capet Family" 
were there, have sent to the Carnavalet Museum some of the 
things which Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette left in their 
rooms when they were taken to the scaffold. There are two 
chemises of fine linen belonging to Marie Antoinette. The 
crown which was embroidered on them has been picked out, 
and only the initial "M." remains. There is a black silk 
blouse, very much worn and mended in several places, which 
Marie Antoinette made with her own hands in prison, and 
which was worn by the Princess Royal after her father's exe- 
cution. There are also two pairs of the king's silk stockings 
(darned rather badly), a pair of "Madame Royale's" little slip- 
pers, a crystal bottle which has a few drops of Marie Antoi- 
nette's favorite scent remaining in it, and Louis XVI's 
shaving-dish. But perhaps the most pathetic of the relics of 
the monarchy which went to pieces on the scaffold is a game 
of bricks with which the little Dauphin, whose fate has always 
been and always will be a mystery, used to amuse himself in 
prison. __: 

In 1SS0 Mme. Sarah Bernhardt decided to leave the 
Comedie Francaise. The Paris Gaulois sent a reporter to 
ascertain the reason for this decision and the great actress 
furnished it willingly. She said that she was earning only 
$6000 a year, and that while that was enough for an artist who 
intended to work all her life she had no such intention. In 
another twenty years she would be an old woman and she 
hoped to retire before then. For that reason she was leaving 
the Comedie Francaise. That was over thirty years ago, and 
Mme. Bernhardt is not yet an old woman nor does she show 
any sign of becoming one. 

Dr. Max Staller of Philadelphia announces a surgical dis- 
covery that should appreciably lessen the sum total of human 
pain. He finds that the membrane of egg shells can be used 
as a substitue for human skin in grafting operations. This 
membrane is actually the skin of embryonic chickens and con- 
tains cells similar to those of human skin. When placed on 
a burned surface the cells multiply and the membrane spreads 
until eventually it joins the undestroyed surface and replaces 
the burned area. Dr. Staller tried his first experiment on a 
woman suffering from severe burns on the upper part of the 
body. No one could be found at the moment willing to part 
with enough skin for grafting purposes, and so Dr. Staller pro- 
cured several dozen fresh eggs, cut the membrane into small 
pieces and applied them in the usual way. The experiment 
was completely successful. The new skin appears to be finer 
than the human skin, but strong and healthy. Perhaps Dr. 
Staller has done more than he supposes. If the new skin is 
actually finer than the old there may be a chance for ladies 
who are in quest of beauty to repair the ravages of time by 
an entirely new T skin of the chicken variety. The removal of 
the old skin would of course be painful, but everything is 
comparative, and what can be more painful than the defacing 
hand of time. 

John Bunyan died two hundred and twenty-three years ago. 
He was a tinker by trade and it may be said metaphorically 
that he was a tinker in the estimation of the great Christian 
world that was nearly unanimous in the opinion that he 
should be sent to jail and treated generally as a pestilent 
vagabond. Today comes the announcement that a great me- 
morial window has been placed in Westminster Abbey to 
the memory of John Bunyan and that the religious sects are 
in competition to do him honor. One is reminded of the 
statue to Socrates erected by the men who poisoned him, 
and indeed of a good many incidents of a like nature that 
stand out redly in the history of religion. And yet we still 
hear a lament for the decay of authority in ecclesiastical 
matters and for the general indifference to the bans and 
blessings of the churches. If the bans and the blessings 
would but show themselves to be weatherproof for at least 
a couple of centuries their influence would be a more weighty 

Jules Verne has been dead for six years, and now his pub- 
lishers announce that they have exhausted his manuscripts 
and that the Verne Library is complete. It contains sixty- 
three novels, if indeed they can be called novels, for Jules 
Verne never showed much partiality for the "heart interest." 
He was too strong to need it. It is said sometimes that H. 
G. Wells is a competitor with Jules Verne in the production 
of imaginative and speculative stories based upon what may 
be called the dreams of science. There will be no disposition 
to undervalue Mr. Wells, but there is a marked difference 
between the two writers. Verne excelled in the human 
touch. He could create characters. "The War of the 
Worlds" and "The Time Machine" were great stories, but 
they draw their greatness from what may be called their me- 
chanical ingenuity. The mind does not associate them with 
distinctive human figures. But who can ever forget the char- 
acter of Phineas Fogg, who went around the world in eighty 
days, or of Captain Nemo, -who navigated the avenging sub- 
marine? We were never allowed to know the grievances 
under which Captain Nemo was suffering, but we could im- 
agine what we pleased, which made him all the more de- 

The secret cipher i '" - fjctor in international affairs, 
since the Vatican is s .hanged the code in which 
it communicates with tatives, the previous code 
having been revealed. ) supposed that the secret 
cipher still existed only berant imagination of Mr. 
Oppenheim and other wi jhat fascinating ilk, but these 
writers are now justified. le abandoned by the Vati- 
can has been in use I ears and it is said to have 
defied all efforts at d In this connection it is inter- 
esting to note some ev I ■ tly given in England at the 
trial of a German c rged with spying. Letters in 

cipher had been found in his lodgings and these had been 
translated by some one employed by the British government. 
A demand for the production of the translator as a witness 
was refused on the ground that his special work was the 
translation of codes and that upon public grounds it was un- 
desirable that his identity should be known. 

Sidney G. P. Coryn. 


An Old Man's IdyL 
By the waters of Life we sat together, 

Hand in hand in the golden days 
Of the beautiful early summer weather, 

When skies were purple and breath was praise, 
When the heart kept tune to the carol of birds, 

And the birds kept tune to the songs which ran 
Through shimmer of flowers on grassy swards, 

And trees with voices -Eolian. 

By the rivers of Life we walked together, 

I and my darling, unafraid ; 
And lighter than any linnet's feather 

The burdens of Being on us weighed. 
And Love's sweet miracles o'er us threw 

Mantles of joy outlasting Time, 
And up from the rosy morrows grew 

A sound that seemed like a marriage chime. 

In the gardens of Life we strayed together ; 

And the luscious apples were ripe and red, 
And the languid lilac and honeyed heather 

Swooned with the fragrance which they shed. 
And under the trees the angels walked, 

And up in the air a sense of wings 
Awed us tenderly while we talked 

Softly in sacred communings. 

In the meadows of Life we strayed together, 

Watching the waving harvests grow ; 
And under the benison of the Father 

Our hearts, like the lambs, skipped to and fro. 
And the cowslips, hearing our low replies, 

Broidered fairer the emerald banks, 
And glad tears shone in the daisies' eyes, 

And the timid violet glistened thanks. 

Who was with us, and what was round us, 

Neither myself nor my darling guessed; 
Only we knew that something crowned us 

Out from the heavens with crowns of rest ; 
Only we knew that something bright 

Lingered lovingly where we stood, 
Clothed with the incandescent light 

Of something higher than humanhood. 

Oh. the riches Love doth inherit ! 

Ah, the alchemy which doth change 
Dross of body and dregs of spirit 

Into sanctities rare and strange ! 
My flesh is feeble and dry and old. 

My darling's beautiful hair is gray ; 
But our elixir and precious gold 

Laugh at the footsteps of decay. 

Harms of the world have come unto us, 

Cups of sorrow we yet shall drain : 
But we have a secret which doth show us 

Wonderful rainbows in the rain. 
And we hear the tread of the years move by, 

And the sun is setting behind the hills ; 
But my darling does not fear to die, 

And I am happy in what God wills. 

So we sit by our household fires together, 

Dreaming the dreams of long ago : 
Then it w r as balmy summer weather, 

A.nd now the valleys are laid in snow. 
Icicles hang from the slippery eaves ; 

The wind blows cold — 'tis growing late ; 
Well, well ! we have garnered all our sheaves, 

I and my darling, and we wait. — Richard Realf. 

The dawn came in through the bars of the blind — 

And the winter's dawn is gray — 
And said : However you cheat your mind, 

The hours are flying away. 

A ghost of a dawn, and pale and weak — 

Has the sun a heart. I said, 
To throw a morning flush on the cheek 

Whence a fairer flush has fled? 

As a gray rose-leaf that is fading white 
Was the cheek where I set my kiss ; 

And on that side of the bed all night 
Death had watched, and I on this. 

I kissed her lips, they were half apart, 

Yet they made no answering sign ; 
Death's hand was on her failing heart, 

And his eyes said : She is mine. 

I set my lips on the blue-veined lid. 

Half-veiled by her death damp hair ; 
And oh. for the violet depths it hid, 

And the light I longed for there! 

Faint day and the fainter life awoke, 

And the life was overpast: 
And I said : Though never in life you spoke, 

Oh, speak with a look at last! 

For the space of a heart-beat fluttered her breath, 

As a bird's wing spread to flee; 
She turned her weary arms to Death, 

And the light of her eyes to, me. — H. C. Banner. 

A peculiar characteristic of the New England granite 
veins is the fact that three distinct colors of granite 
are to be found in as many states, pink in Massachu- 
setts, gray in Connecticut, and green in \ 
Green granite is something of a curiosity 
its rarity. The largest columns of this va 
found anywhere are those which support t) 
the library of Columbia University. 

In the Far East the chasi is the most imp 
in the tea business. He inspects and tests 
all teas offered to his firm, and his judgment tic 
the price to be paid. In Formosa the tea t 
Americans or Englishmen. 

January 27, 1912. 




A Closed Chapter in the History of Parisian Cafes. 

Despite the fact that the modern Parisian appears 
every year to find more and more time for eating and 
drinking, that mortality among the cafes and restau- 
rants of the empire which set in two or three decades 
ago continues unabated. The latest to pass into history 
is the Durand, on the Place de la Madeleine. That res- 
taurant has had an unusual career. In its early days it 
was in high favor among economical parents, who used 
to dine there with their children on their "days out" 
from school because it was "so cheap," but after the 
time of the Commune it aspired to rank with such no- 
priced-menu establishments as the Cafe Anglais and the 
Cafe Riche, while in recent years it was not uncommon 
for a roast pheasant to figure on one's bill at sixteen 
francs. The Durand, indeed, acquired the habit of 
high prices during the siege of Paris — I have before me 
a bill for a breakfast for two supplied in those days 
which shows, a total of seventy-one francs, that is, about 
fourteen dollars — and found it so seductive that it be- 
came second nature. Other restaurants are in the same 
category. There is Maire's, for example, which, as the 
Goncourts used to remember with sorrow, was in the 
'fifties a simple wine-shop with a zinc counter and one 
tiny room, but where Father Maire did his own waiting 
and regaled his patrons with the choicest dishes and 
that exquisite minor Burgundy from the cellars of Louis 
Philippe. But the Durand has been taken and Maire's 

Evidently sentiment has little place in the make-UD 
of the modern Parisian, for had it been otherwise the 
plenishings of the Durand w r ould have commanded far 
higher prices than they did. The tiny round and square 
tables went for an average of two dollars apiece, the 
bronze chandeliers for fifty dollars, the chairs for less 
than two dollars each, the immense red carpet for under 
sixty dollars, and a huge bundle of the flags of all 
nations realized a paltry three dollars. 

Some of the wines, even, were to be had at bargain 
prices — Frontignan at two dollars fifty a bottle, and 
Chateau Margaux and Moton Rothschild at an average 
of two dollars. There were a few exceptions, however, 
such as the old Chateau Yquem at ten dollars and a 
rare antique Chartreuse at thirty dollars a bottle. Per- 
haps these prices were influenced by the legend which 
credited those wines with having been saved from the 
Tuileries in the fire of forty years ago, but, if so, it is 
a mystery why the chairs and tables with their Gam 
betta and Boulanger associations should have been sold 
for an old song. The Parisian epicure would probably 
explain that while he can drink the wines he can not 
eat the tables and chairs. 

And that, in a way, may account for the exit of the 
Durand. The closing of its doors, notwithstanding its 
history, fits in with the trend of cafe and restaurant life 
in Paris. It is only another chapter, with "finis" writ- 
ten below, in the growing annals of the past — annals 
which bear such renowned names as Tortoni, Hardy, 
Beauvilliers, Les Trois Freres Provencaux, the Rocher 
de Cancale, the Maison Doree, the Cafe de Paris, 
Magny, the Cafe Procope, the Vachette, and the Chat 

For the Parisian of today cares not a wave of his 
hand or a shrug of his shoulders for mere associations. 
The Cafe de la Regence does not survive and flourish 
because it can still show the table on which Napoleon 
played chess, but because in its appointments and menu 
and consideration for changing needs it keeps abreast 
of the "spirit of the times." The Procope had its Na- 
poleon legend, dating from that afternoon when he had 
to leave his hat in pledge for a drink while he went to 
fetcli his forgotten purse, and also its Voltaire table and 
chair, but those relics could not save it. The Cafe Foy 
went long ago, despite the table from which Camille 
Desmoulins set the Revolution a-going with his cry, 
"To Arms!" The Magny, too, could not escape actual 
rebuilding by the memory of its famous dinners. 

If there is one exception in all Parisian cafedom it is 
provided bv the famous restaurant on the Quai de la 
Tournelle. That is an establishment with a history which 
made even the Cafe Procope seem a place of yesterday 
though it was founded in 1689. For the Tour d'Argent 
was opened in 1582, and hence is by far the most ancient 
eating-house in the city. Although the present home of 
the restaurant dates only from the time of Louis 
Philippe, it occupies the site of the venerable building 
of which it is the comparatively modern successor. Not 
that it is particularly modern in appearance. On the 
contrary, it is wholly free from the garishness of paint 
and gilding so much in evidence at other Parisian res- 
taurants, and there is never much more than a bunch 
of fruit in its old-fashioned window to indicate the na- 
ture of the establishment. Half-way up the facade, 
however, hangs the artistic emblem of the house, remi- 
niscent of the beautiful signs of the sixteenth century, 
and displaying the proud date of 1582 above its tower 
of silver. 

Could Apicius pay a visit to Paris he would no doubt 
make his first call at the Tour d'Argent. For from its 
earliest days to its latest it has been the pride of this 
house to sustain the repute of French cooking. If its 
associations are not professedly literary, it can yet boast 
that many famous men, including Napoleon and Ed- 
ward VII, have sat at its tables. For many years the 
culinary rites of the restaurant were presided over by 
Frederic, "the most famous maitre d'hotel Paris has 
ever known," but now that Frederic is no more and his 

place has been taken by Andre Terrail, once chef to 
the Marquis de Ganay and then to Baron Alfred de 
Rothschild, the promise is made that there shall be no 
falling off in that catering for which the house has been 
distinguished for so many generations. The ducks are 
still to be numbered, and trout and crayfish will con- 
tinue to swim about in their tanks all alive until an 
order from a customer signs their death-warrant. 

And yet even the Tour d'Argent is finding it neces- 
sary to move with the times. Although the quaint old 
exterior is to remain untouched, the interior, including 
the room where Napoleon dined, will shortly undergo 
thorough renovation and refurnishing. In other words, 
M. Terrail is determined to postpone as long as possible 
the advent of that day when the Tour d'Argent will 
join the majority and contribute its picturesque sign to 
the Musee Carnavalet. The latest relic, by the way, to 
pass under the roof of Mme. de Sevigne's old mansion is 
the signboard of the Chat Noir, a crude picture of a 
black cat with saucer-like eyes and of no value save as 
a relic of Rodolphe Salis's famous Montmartre cabaret. 

Had the Durand fallen into line with such lobster- 
palaces as the Cafe Riche and the Cafe de Paris it 
might have prolonged its history for many a year. 
Those festive haunts have once more, within the past 
few days, demonstrated their understanding of what 
appeals most to the Parisian with money to spend, for 
the former celebrated Christmas and the New Year by 
arranging a battle of flowers and the latter by hiring 
a troupe of Russian dancers. Another astute caterer 
enlivened his guests by turning loose among them a 
small farmyard, rightly judging that they would find 
huge amusement in chasing a rabbit or a sucking-pi 

But in justice to the shades of the past it must not 
be overlooked that the Cafe de Paris of today is not 
the Cafe de Paris which Thackeray, by an anachronism 
introduced into "Vanity Fair" as the scene of the 
squabble between Colonel Crawley and Becky and 
Colonel O'Dowd and his lady. The original Cafe de 
Paris, of which Alfred de Musset used to say that you 
"could not open its doors for less than fifteen francs," 
was not established until seven years after the battle 
of Waterloo, and even then it was not the kind of 
place which would have served the purposes of the ad- 
venturous Becky. Occupying a large suite of apart- 
ments in a mansion at the corner of the Rue Taitbout, 
the cafe was remarkable for its innocence of the usual 
display of white and gold, while the absence of mirrors 
elicited from Lord Palmerston the testimonial that "the 
epicure was not constantly reminded that, when in the 
act of eating, he was not much superior to the rest 
of humanity." The rooms, indeed, might have been 
quickly transformed into private apartments for a re- 
fined family. All of which accounts for the fact that 
the genuine Cafe de Paris declined in favor some years 
ago, and that the present restaurant has nothing in 
common with it save the name. 

Paris, January 9, 1912. Henry C. Shelley. 


Priests in Egypt, who were the sole depositaries of 
science, knew the secret of aromatic substances and 
prepared them themselves. Egyptian perfumes acquired 
great celebrity, especially those made in Alexandria. 
Reserved originally for religious rites, perfumes subse- 
quently became of current use among the wealthy 
classes. During banquets they were diffused through 
the halls and were burnt in profusion. The Israelites 
during their sojourn in Egypt adopted the use of aro- 
matic substances primarily for religious purposes and 
afterward for personal usage. The Greeks, who loved 
elegance, were especially addicted to the use of per- 
fumes, and they taught their secrets and usage to the 
Romans, who were not content to use merely the per- 
fumes of the Orient — aloes, myrrh, incense, and nard — 
they also made perfumes similar to those of the present 
day — scents of lilies, lavender, roses, and thyme. 

The ballot on which the English coal miners ex- 
pressed their opinion as to the desirability of a strike 
was so drawn that it was practically impossible for any 
but an affirmative answer to be made (says the New 
York Sun). One body of miners returned their ballots 
blank as a protest against what they conceived to be a 
trick. It would be interesting to know in how manv 
other cases labor leaders have polled their followers in 
such fashion as to insure the outcome of the voting. 

Tourists returning to France from abroad and pro- 
ceeding to points in the interior of the country are 
informed in a notice published by the French consulate- 
general of Geneva that they are allowed to take into 
France duty free enough tobacco, cigars, and cigarettes 
to smoke on their journey, providing they declare them 
to the customs. The amount is limited to ten cigars, 
twenty cigarettes, and forty grams of tobacco. 

The Ton family, with a membership of 610, the 
largest organized family in the United States, celebrated 
the advent of the new year at Pythian Temple, 1031 
Michigan Avenue, Chicago. The family choir of six- 
teen voices furnished music. Seven members of the 
family celebrated their birthdays. The members of the 
family are descendants of John Ton, a Holland truck 
farmer, who settled in Chicago in 1849. 

While no accurate account of the losses sustained 
through forgeries during 1911 has been kept, a New 
York handwriting expert estimates that they aggre 
gated $15,000,000 through checks and drafts alone. 

Francis Wilson, the comedian, is a serious-minded 
bibliophile with a wonderful collection of books in his 
Philadelphia home. He is a student of art and history, 
and, off the stage, likes nothing so well as the quiet of 
his hearthstone. 

Thomas Foster, of Hampton-hill, London, who is now 
in his ninety-seventh year, was head gardener to King 
William IV, and, although approaching his hundredth 
year, he is to be found in his orchard at work for sev- 
eral hours every day. 

Mother Mary Joseph Stanislas of St. John's Wood 
Convent, England, is said to be one of the two survivors 
of the band of young nuns who accompanied Florence 
Nightingale as nurses to the Crimean War. She is in 
her eighty-ninth year. 

Arnold F. Hills, president of the great London ship- 
building firm which has built some of England's great 
battleships, is an invalid, and does all his work while 
lying on a couch. His couch is carried in a motor-car 
to his office or wherever he wishes to go. 

Mile. Bernsten, the young daughter of the prime min- 
ister of Denmark, has apprenticed herself to a cabinet- 
maker, and says it is her ambition to own a workshop 
of her own some day, so that she can devote herself to 
making artistic furniture. She is seventeen years of 

Adelina Patti has been honored by the Swansea town 
council, which has conferred on her the honorary free- 
dom of the borough "for the services she has rendered 
the town." Since she went to live at Craig-y-Nos 
Castle in the Swansea Valley she has always been ready 
to sing for local charities. 

John W. Steele, oil king and spendthrift of the early 
'sixties, known as "Coal Oil Johnny." now nearly sev- 
enty years old, is living the life of a farmer in the old 
home. His place is near Franklin, Pennsylvania, and 
he enjoys himself leading the simple life. He has 
enough to live upon comfortably and is satisfied. 

S. H. P. Pell, who has begun the restoration of his- 
toric Fort Ticonderoga. with a view to perfecting it 
just as it was at the time of Ethan Allen's daring ex- 
ploit, is a New York banker and broker. He inherited 
the Ticonderoga property, which was purchased by his 
great-great-grandfather as a summer home in 1818. 

J. N. Maskelyne has just retired from the stage, after 
practicing the art of illusion, mainly in England, for 
over fifty years. Though a very successful performer, 
he is perhaps best known as an exposer of tricks. He 
incurred, for example, the resentment of many spiritual- 
ists by showing how the Davenports accomplished their 

The Nizam of Hyderabad, first of the Moslem chiefs, 
who paid homage to King George at the Durbar, rules 
over the largest territory of any native chief in India. 
He adopts a personal simplicity which marks him out 
in any Indian assembly. Even at the Durbar he wore 
a plain frock coat. The Star of India was his only 

Mrs. Robley D. Evans, widow of the late admiral, is 
understood to be in such limited circumstances that 
several members of Congress have a plan on foot to put 
through a bill to give her a substantial pension. At 
present she will receive only the regular pension of $30 
a month. Admiral Evans lost much money in unfortu- 
nate investments. 

James L. Cowles, the father of the parcels-post move- 
ment in this country, is nearly eighty years of age, but 
is still remarkably active mentally and bodily. He is 
secretary of the Postal Progress League, with an office 
in New York. He graduated from Yale in 1866 and 
returned twenty years later to take up the law course. 
His book, "The Postal Principle Applied to Railroad 
Traffic," is the authority on the subject. 

Walter Crane, one of the best-known English 
painters and illustrators, has again been honored by the 
King of Italy, who has conferred on him the order of 
St. Maurice and St. Lazarus, thus raising him to the 
rank of cavaliere. Mr. Crane has also been invited to 
naint his own portrait, so that it may be added to the 
famous collection of artists' portraits in the Uffizi gal- 
lery at Florence. He was born in Liverpool in 1845, 
his first illustrated book appearing in 1S63. 

President Roque Saenz Pena, under whose adminis- 
tration Argentina is becoming better known as a power, 
was trained for the diplomatic service. He studied 
law and at the age of twenty-six became president of 
the provincial assembly. In 1S81 he was made first 
assistant secretary of foreign relations, and in 18S6 he 
became minister to Uruguay. During his visit to 
Washington in 18S9-90, to attend the first Pan-Ameri- 
can conference, he made many friends among the diplo- 

Sciior Jose Canalejas, who has reconsidered his resig- 
nation as premier of the Spanish cabinet, is a political 
power, both as writer and orator. He owns El 
Heraldo, one of the most influential of Spanish papers. 
He formed a cabinet Februarv 9. 1910, that was reor- 
ganized January 1. 1911. With his cabinet he stepped 
aside April 1. 1911. following violent controversies pro- 
voked by the execution of Professor Ferrer. Three 
days later Canalejas accepted the task of forming a 
new cabinet. 


January 27, 1912. 


The Startling Experience of a European with a Persian Beauty. 

When the Department of Fine Arts sent me to Persia 
to write up the Province of Irak-Adjemi, I began by 
taking up my quarters in Ispahan. At the end of three 
months I had finished my task, but if I had returned 
home at once, the department would never have believed 
that I was a man of any depth. I was just about bored 
to death, when luckily there was a change of governors. 
The Shah sent, in place of the former governor, his 
cousin Malcolm-Khan. He had traveled in France, ac- 
companied by Mehmed-Aga, his officer of ordnance. 
Mehmed-Aga had the rank of general, or, rather, that 
of sertip, to use the Persian term. 

I remembered him well — a young man of about thirty, 
a gentlemanly fellow, something of a swell, who dined 
with me several times in Paris. You can appreciate 
my joy in meeting him again away off there. In a 
week the Aga and I were inseparable. 

One morning I was dreamily riding through the city, 
giving myself up for the hundredth time to the feeling 
that I was in fairyland. Imagine immense avenues, 
bordered on the right and on the left with arcades, and 
shaded by gigantic plane-trees at whose feet are streams 
of running water. I was nearing the Kiosk of 
Tchechel-Sutoun, when I saw at the street-corner a 
woman in a litter. As a general thing, Persian women 
on the street are like nothing so much as bundles. 
They are veiled, of course, or, rather, they wear upon 
their heads a kind of striped curtain, which covers the 
face. Oddly enough, the woman whom I met did not 
entirely conceal her figure, which was slender and 
graceful, and I could see her large eyes gleaming like 
coals of fire. My horse was walking, and I made him 
follow very slowly the bearers of the litter. It seemed 
to me that the unknown looked back once or twice ; but, 
after all, as adventures of this kind in the East are 
somewhat unsatisfactory, I paid only slight attention to 
the matter. 

I had almost forgotten the occurrence, when, two 
days after, I again met the litter. This time I was not 
alone. Mehmed-Aga was walking with me. At the 
first glance, I recognized the veiled lady, and especially 
remembered those extraordinary eyes. As before, she 
looked back, but this time the action was more pro- 
nounced. I glanced at the Aga, but he pretended to 
have noticed nothing. We walked along in this way 
for about ten minutes, when the litter suddenly turned 
toward the Djoulffa Bridge. This bridge is one of the 
most beautiful sights in the world. It has thirty-three 
enormous arches, and spans that capricious stream, the 
Zend-Dehroud. The bridge is somewhat of a popular 
resort for evening promenades, and so I hesitated about 
following my unknown openly for fear of compromising 
her. But there was no hesitation on her part. Sud- 
denly she leaned half-way out of the litter, and dropped 
her handkerchief upon the pavement. I picked it up. 

During the rest of the walk the Aga was silent, biting 
his moustache with a preoccupied air. When we 
reached the palace, he said, "Come in," and when we 
were alone in his study, he began : "My dear friend, I 
made no comments a little while ago. But instead of 
keeping that handkerchief pressed tenderly against your 
heart, you must throw it into the fire." 

"You wish me to do so?" 

"I do not wish that you should have your throat cut 
and be thrown into the river. I am in charge of the 
police of the city, and I am responsible for you to the 
French legation. You are astonishing people, you 
Parisians! You think yourselves always upon the 
boulevards. We are in the Orient, my friend ; and in 
the Orient husbands are not to be trifled with. At Paris 
it may be different. Your unknown is not unknown to 
me. Her name is Nissa." 


"If the name is charming, the husband is not at all 
so. He is one Astoulla, a very wealthy merchant, 
famous for his violence and his jealousy. He occupies 
that house on the river-bank just at the end of the 
bridge. His mother was of English descent, but his 
own manners are wholly Oriental. He would kill you 
like a dog." 

"And Nissa?" 

"Formerly," said the Aga, "unfaithful wives used to 
be sewn up in sacks and thrown into the river. But 
we are civilized now. Once a live cat would have been 
put in the sack. When maddened by the water, the 
cat would tear the woman's face. This is no longer 
done. At least, the cat is left out. The influence of 
Europe." he added, dryly. 

This little conversation somewhat dampened my 
ardor. Moreover, Mehmed-Aga had the good taste to 
drop the matter there. I dined with him, and in the 
evening he called in musicians who played for us East- 
ern melodies. But I was preoccupied. Constantly be- 
fore my eyes that graceful figure was bending out of 
the litter, and a little hand was dropping a handker- 
chief. A persistent voice was singing in my ear. like 
the refrain of a ballad, "Nissa Nissa!" Naturally, I 
suffered all that night from nightmare. I dreamed 
that some one had given me an immense cat, named 
Astoulla, which was trying to tear my face. I waked 
at eleven the next morning, completely disenchanted. 

In the evening I was alone upon the terrace, in the 
rear of my house, when a horrible-looking old woman 
?ud ily entered from the lower door. 

"Are you brave?" she said. 

I smiled with that self-conceit which a man always 
feels when asked such a question. She continued: 

"I came to propose to you a walk. It is night. No 
one can see us. You are to follow me. When half- 
way I shall blindfold you, but you must swear to me 
not to attempt to find out where I am leading you." 

I promised. The day, you see, had passed over my 
fears, the effects of the nightmare were, little by little, 
fading away, and I heard that persistent voice still 
singing in my ear, "Nissa ! Nissa !" The old woman 
evidently came from her. I hurried up to my room and 
got a srhall revolver. Five minutes later we were on 
our way. It was mad, absurd; I confess it freely. But 
there are follies about which one does not stop to 

When we had come to the Djoulffa Bridge, the old 
woman stopped and took from her pocket a thick hand- 
kerchief, which she proceeded very deftly to bind over 
my eyes. I could see no longer. Then she grasped my 
hand, and I allowed her to lead me. By the increased 
coolness of the air, I conjectured that we were crossing 
the river. In a few seconds the old woman turned to 
the right, but we were not quitting the banks of the 
Zend-Dehroud. I could hear its turbulent waters roll- 
ing by and breaking for an instant against the arches 
of the bridge. At last my guide paused, a key grated, 
and in a whisper she said: 

"Go up." 

Five steps only, and then I felt that my feet were 
pressing a soft, thick carpet. At the same moment she 
removed the handkerchief. I found myself in a small 
room, dimly lighted by a copper lamp. Incense was 
burning in a richly chased censer resting upon a table 
of red and green mosaic, and filling the room with those 
Oriental odors which intoxicate one like the fragrance 
of old wine. Against the walls, hung with yellow cash- 
mere, were musical instruments, and here and there 
arms in the midst of pendant chains and necklaces. 
From below came the dull and regular murmuring of 
the river. By lifting a little drapery from the window, 
I saw that the water touched the very walls of the 
house. Almost immediately I heard a light rustling 
upon the carpet. I turned. 

It was Nissa. I was transformed with astonishment. 
She could not have been more than seventeen or 
eighteen. Her thick, dark hair fell upon perfectly 
formed neck and shoulders, and her face, slightly amber 
in color, had all the changing lights of mother-of-pearl. 
But I was especially struck with the strange contrast 
between the exceeding whiteness of her teeth and the 
blackness of her eyes. The eyelashes, the tips of the 
lids, and her lips were painted. She smiled as she 
gazed at me with her still and burning eyes. I thought 
of the Aga's words, and said to myself that this woman 
could hot easily be frightened. However, she took my 
hand and made me sit upon the divan. 

"My husband has started for Teheran," she said, and 

Then she struck a little gong with a copper rod, and 
coffee was brought in. She began to talk rapidly, tell- 
ing me that her life was very dreary and that she had 
been interested in me at first sight. I was beginning to 
lose my head, when I heard a noise in the adjoining 
room. In an instant she sprang up and stood erect 
and trembling. Her welcome and her sudden fear had 
follow each other so rapidly that I had no time to ana- 
lyze my feelings. She ran to the wall, took down a 
slender little dagger, and half-concealed it in her sleeve. 
She turned to me and, with an emphatic gesture, said: 
"Wait !" Then she vanished behind the heavy hang- 

A vague fear stole over me. I recalled the Aga's 
warnings. Possibly I had been imprudent. Suddenly 
I again heard a noise in the next room; there were 
sounds of voices, then a short struggle; at last, silence. 
At once the drapery was pushed aside and Nissa re- 
appeared. She was very pale — as pale as the pearls 
upon her neck. 

She half-leaned against the wall, looking like a white 
statue against the background of yellow drapery. She 
was still smiling, and in her smile revealing teeth as 
sharp as those of a young wolf. She took a few steps 
into the room. Her knife and hands were red. 

"Great God! What has happened?" I exclaimed. 

"Nothing," she replied. 

She tossed the dagger into a corner, and, with per- 
fect calmness, said : 

"It was my husband. He would have killed us. I 
preferred to anticipate him. Come, help me throw his 
body into the water." 

I remained motionless, gazing at her in astonishment. 
Then she fixed her eyes upon me, with an expression 
of complete contempt, and, in a tone that I shall never 
forget, said : 

"Oh, these Frankish dogs! What nervousness!" 

She shrugged her shoulders, and called a maid whom 
she commanded to open the window. Then, as if they 
were doing the most ordinary of acts, they lifted the 
body and dropped it into the river. The adventure was 
becoming too Oriental for me. I confess that I was 
seized with a wild terror. Without waiting longer, I 
ran away like a madman. Where I went, I have no 
idea. In ten minutes I found myself in the city, and I 
ran through the streets as if pursued by a legion of 
devils. When I had reached my apartments I fastened 
myself in with a double lock, cursing Nissa and all the 
houris of the Orient. 

What a night ! I did not sleep till morning, and then 
my sleep was like lead. When I awoke the sun was 

high and streaming into my chamber. I was completely 
unstrung. What would happen? A man could not dis- 
appear without the law's taking cognizance of the affair. 
Nissa had not even made an attempt at concealment. 
The servant had seen and aided her. I should be impli- 
cated, and, at the very idea of being associated with 
a crime, I felt my hair standing on end with horror. 

All that day I remained in the same condition, keenly 
anxious, and not daring to go out. The evening came 
and still I had formed no resolution, and no news yet 
of Nissa. Had she been arrested? What had become 
of her? I retired early, but could not sleep. On the 
second day I could endure it no longer, and decided to 
see my friend, the Aga. I arrived at his palace about 
noon. I was announced, and then entered. The Aga 
was reclining upon a divan peacefully smoking his 

"Ah, it is you," he said, when he saw me. "Have 
you heard the news?" 

"The news — the news? No, I — I have heard noth- 

"You remember Astoulla, the rich merchant, Nissa's 
husband, whom I told you about?" 

It was all over, the crime was known. I muttered 
an almost inaudible "Yes." 

"The poor devil," continued the Aga; "my dear 
friend, he has suddenly disappeared." 

And the Aga looked at me intently. I could bear it 
no longer. I was about to confess everything, when he 

"He was just setting out for Teheran. And suddenly 
— vanished. Nothing has been heard of him." 

For the second time the Aga looked into my face. 
There was a short silence. Then, puffing out a long 
thread of smoke, he added calmly : 

"God is great!" — Adapted from the French of A. 



Six years ago the Department of Agriculture began 
to investigate the problem of storing table grapes (says 
the New York Evening Post). The importations of 
fresh grapes from Spain during the present season 
amount to nearly 900,000 barrels, which have sold at 
wholesale prices ranging from $2.50 to $7 per barrel. 
In the meantime the California grape-growing industry 
has been making steady progress, and it is now clear 
that unless some way can be found either to broaden 
the area over which the fruit may be distributed, or to 
lengthen the marketing season, the industry will soon 
be face to face with the serious problem of overproduc- 
tion. The Spanish packers have heretofore had a great 
advantage over their American rivals in being able to 
secure at small cost the ground cork without which, as 
a filler, the grapes will not ship or keep well. This 
material being both scarce and expensive in California, 
persistent efforts were made to find a satisfactory sub- 
stitute. After a number of failures, the redwood saw- 
dust, which is a waste product of sawmills, was found 
to be not only as good as the ground cork, but in some 
ways even better, provided it is dry and the finer par- 
ticles are removed. Of the varieties of grapes experi- 
mented with last autumn, the Emperor was found to 
possess the best keeping qualities ; it may be held from 
ninety to one hundred and ten days. It might be well 
for the Department of Agriculture to keep an eye on 
Luther Burbank and follow his examole of combining 
keeping qualities with flavor — a point too often neg- 

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On the subject of leap year the Encyclopaedia Britan- 
nica says pessimistically that "no satisfactory" explana- 
tion has ever been offered of the origin of the custom 
for women to woo and not be wooed one year in every 
four. But it offers the leap year statute of Margaret, 
the Maid of Norway. Margaret reigned over Scotland 
from 1286 to 1290, though she died before she could 
get there. In the year 1288, which was leap year, the 
following law was passed in her realm: "It is statut 
and ordaint that during the rein of hir maist blissit 
Megeste, for ilk yeare knowne as lepe year, ilk mayden 
ladye of bothe high and lowe estait shall hae liberte to 
bespeke ye man she likes; albeit he refuses to taik hir 
to be his lawful wyfe, he shall be mulcted in ye sum 
ane pundis or less, as his estait may be; except and awis 
gif he can make it appeare that he is bethrothit an ither 
woman he then shall be free." 

At the present time thirteen countries are represented 
in the papal senate : Italy, Germany, Austria, Hungary, 
Spain, France, United States, Belgium, Holland, Brazil, 
Portugal, England, and Ireland. The comparatively 
recent deaths of Cardinals Taschereau and Moran tem- 
porarily removed Canada and Australia from the roster 
of cardinalitial nations. At present there are sixty- 
four cardinals, thirty of whom are of foreign birth and 
thirty-four Italians. Of the latter, eleven rule impor- 
tant dioceses in Italy and twenty-three reside in Rome. 
Four cardinals, who are not Italians by birth, also re- 
side permanently in the Eternal City: Merry Del Val, 
Vives y Tuto, Billot, and Van Rossum. 


The few remaining eagles in the Alps are to be pro- 
tected by the Swiss federal government. It seems that 
there are only four nesting places of the eagle still 
known to exist in the Alps, and watchers have been 
told off to guard them and to repay the peasants in the 
valleys which they haunt any damage they do. Last 
year the eagles made off with fourteen lambs, four kids, 
and one cat, which were duly paid for. They cost the 
government in this way 113 francs. 


January 27, 1912. 




Death in Italy of the Veteran English Politician and 
London Editor. 

Henry Labouchere died at his villa in Florence, Italy, 
January 16, aged eighty-one. Failing health had caused 
him to take up his residence in Italy five years ago. 

With the death of Henry Labouchere, English poli- 
tics, journalism, and public life loses one of its most 
vigorous and picturesque figures. Since 1874, as editor 
and proprietor of the redoubtable weekly, Truth, Labou- 
chere has "muckraked" England with unflinching cour- 
age and unquestionable honesty of purpose and public 
spirit. From 186S to 1905, as one of the most brilliant 
men in the House of Commons, and one of the most 
radical in speech and purpose, he has been a power 
in the Liberal party. Close friend of Gladstone, home 
ruler, pro-Boer, anti-imperialist, or little Englander, 
"Labby," as he was called, has been a splendid critic of 
British follies and errors. Before he died he saw the 
veto of the House of Lords checked on much the same 
lines as he himself proposed some years ago. For, 
though a descendant of a Huguenot noble and closely 
related to British noble families, he was one of the 
most effective foes of the aristocracy. 

When, six years ago, he retired from the House, his 
co-member, T. P. O'Connor, wrote of him: "That ex- 
traordinary combination of strong party zeal, with a 
lurking desire to make mischief; the sardonic and 
satirical spirit, mingled with a certain fierce, though 
carefully concealed, zeal for the public good; the mor- 
dant wit that was equally the delight of the House and 
of the smokeroom; the world-wide and varied experi- 
ences of all life in almost every country and in almost 
every form — these are the possessions of but one man; 
and his like we shall never see again." 

He was a member of Parliament for about half a 
century, but always declined to take office in any cabi- 
net. His political views were extremely radical, but 
he preferred to give expression to them as a free lance 
in the House of Commons. He wielded a caustic pen, 
which was used freely in his newspaper, and he ex- 
posed many abuses in political, commercial, and diplo- 
matic life. He was at one time in the diplomatic 
service, and served as an attache at Washington in 
1854, but he retired from the service ten years later to 
enter politics. During his diplomatic career he watched 
the political game in embassies at Munich, Stockholm, 
Frankfort, St. Petersburg, and Dresden. 

For half a century Labouchere was probably Eng- 
land's most noted journalist, and his powers of satire 
were respected and feared not only by the statesmen of 
England, but by those of Europe. He was born in 
1831, the son of John Labouchere and Henrietta (Hod- 
son) Labouchere. As a diplomat and member of Par- 
liament he made a name for himself when William 
Ewart Gladstone was winning his spurs and when Dis- 
raeli was still an active figure in British politics, but it 
was as the editor of Truth, England's great satirical 
and political journal, that he won his greatest fame. 
He was educated at Eton and entered the diplomatic 
service when only twenty-three. He served in Parlia- 
ment as a Liberal representative from Windsor in 1866, 
from Middlesex in 1867. and from Northampton from 
1880 to 1906. 

Labouchere's peculiar powers of satire made him a 
prominent figure in debate as well as in journalism. He 
was fully a match for Gladstone, for Disraeli, for any 
of the great statesmen who have placed their names on 
England's roll of fame. He was not only powerful in 
British politics, but his word was accepted in conti- 
nental affairs. And not in politics alone did he play 
an important part. Truth had as much to say to and 
about society as it did about politics. It was Labou- 
chere's policy never to spare any member of the so- 
called "upper classes" who in his judgment needed 
criticism at his hands. 

His honesty of purpose was never questioned and his 
wisdom was admired throughout the world, so that he 
was perhaps the most loved, as well as the most feared, 
representative of English journalism. Tales innumer- 
able are told of his colossal sangfroid and "cheek," and 
turn for practical jesting. 

He was shut up in Paris during the Franco-Prussian 
war, and his "Letters of a Besieged Resident," con- 
tributed to the Daily Neus, a paper of which he was a 
part proprietor, are still among the most vivid pictures 
of those terrible months. 

An experience of life that not one man in 10,000 
could boast — of the city, of politics, of society, of the 
stage — made "Labby" an admirable raconteur and a 
convinced cynic. He was a cynic, and yet each year he 
organized a gigantic doll show and induced the readers 
of his paper to dress thousands of dolls for the chil- 
dren in the London hospitals. He played the part of 
universal detective on behalf of the poor and oppressed. 
He spent a fortune in exposing quacks, usurers, and 
swindlers that have preyed upon the public. 

He would have demolished the House of Lords; he 
was a rampant pro-Boer, a home ruler, the most mis- 
guided of Little Englanders. Everything, in fact, that 
ninety-nine Englishmen out of a hundred opposed he 
favored; everything they have set their hearts on, he 
kicked from him in joyous contempt. 

Labouchere had the journalist's love of being "behind 
the scenes" in political affairs and played a memorable 
part in many great political transactions. In the Pig- 
gott affair, Parnell's public honor was saved only by 
Labouchere's splendid detective energy and skill, as 

was detailed recently by the pen of T. P. O'Connor. 
He played a still more notable part in the "Round 
Table" transactions, and brought Gladstone and Cham- 
berlain to a working agreement, which would have re- 
constructed the Liberal party if Chamberlain had not 
destroyed its effect. 

In many circles his death — which, at his age, how- 
ever, can not be called untimely — will leave a great 
void (says an editorial writer in the New York Even- 
ing Post). Clubland has lost a gossip of the brightest 
and cheeriest and most informing kind; general society 
a charming host and fascinating guest; music, the the- 
atre, and the arts an experienced and discerning critic; 
and his journalistic subordinates a most inspiring chief. 
He will long be remembered in London life as a finished 
specimen of the man of the world — polished, accom- 
plished, cynical, knowing life in all its deeps and shal- 
lows, and yet retaining a certain freshness of heart 
which made him the champion of the poor and op- 
pressed and the kindliest friend of sick and suffering 
children. Nowhere will the exit of "Labby" be more 
deplored than in the hospitals, where thousands of 
crippled children for many years have been made happy 
at Christmas by the fruits of the annual Truth Doll 
Show. The world could better have spared many a 
greater man. 

Nearly six hundred years after the battle of Morgar- 
ten (November 15, 1315), the Swiss have decided to 
erect a vast national monument. This monument is 
not to be in Berne, the political capital, but at Schwyz, 
from which the names of the country and its people 
(Schweiz, Schweizer) have been taken. The old, pic- 
turesque town is about twenty-two miles from Lucerne, 
and, although its claims to possess the Swiss national 
monument might not be obvious to any one wholly 
ignorant of Swiss history, it has really been a kind of 
nucleus round which the entire Swiss nation gradually 
gathered or was built up in the course of centuries. 
The design selected for the Swiss national monument 
is one of five submitted. It is called "Urschweiz" 
(Primitive Switzerland), and is by E. Zimmermann. 
The design provides for a large open space in the fore- 
ground, to be used for public festivals. This is to be 
surrounded by rows of trees and adorned with twenty- 
two statues. Behind, on a fine terrace, a great statue 
of Liberty is to rise, and behind the statue a fine build- 
ing, of considerable breadth, but not high enough to 
hide the view of the mountains. The statue of Liberty 
will stand in a niche in the main building, containing a 
genealogical tree showing the growth of the Swiss Con- 
federation. The wings of the main building will bear 
bas-reliefs, illustrating the decisive battles of the Swiss 
wars of independence. The interior will contain spa- 
cious halls with sculptures and mural decorations. 


Max Reinhardt's "Sumurun," the Persian Wordless Play, 
Produced by Winthrop Ames. 

With the final endowment of the George Peabody 
College for Teachers, at Nashville, Tennessee, as now 
proposed by the trustees of the Peabody Educational 
Fund, all the money at the trustees' disposal will have 
been distributed and the work of the board will cease. 
It was begun in 1867. It is doubtful if any fund de- 
vised for benevolent purposes has ever been adminis- 
tered more wisely, faithfully, or usefully. While this 
benefaction represented only a part of Mr. Peabody's 
gifts to the public in this country, it was particularly 
valuable through its plan of life. It was established in 
1866 with a gift of a million dollars, and three years 
later another million was added. Up to September 30, 
1911, the disbursements from income of the Peabody 
Educational Fund has amounted to more than three 
and a half million dollars; two years hence, when the 
principal shall have been finally distributed, the fund 
will have yielded for the purposes it was intended to 
serve a sum exceeding five and a half millions. 


The National Democratic Committee fixed on Balti- 
more as the place for the holding of the Democratic 
nominating convention, the time being set for Tuesday, 
June 25. The chief competition for the convention was 
between Baltimore and Chicago. Representatives of 
Chicago offered on the part of the city to pay the ex- 
penses of the convention and to subscribe §40,000 to 
the Democratic campaign fund. Baltimore, on the 
other hand, put up a certified check for $100,000, and 
that gained the prize. 

An Irishman in Germany in three seasons has earned 
nearly half a million dollars on the turf. That is what 
James H. McCormick, the noted trainer of Sheepshead 
Bay, has accomplished. In 1909 his horses won $140,- 
000, in 1910 $125,000, and last year he capped the cli- 
max of his endeavors to capture the German money by 
finishing second to Emperor William's leading winning 
stable with $160,000 to his credit. He has fifty-six 
horses in training for this season and will follow up his 



After 288 years of white pine cutting, in Massachu- 
setts alone, which by many is supposed to be denuded of 
timber, there were 238,000,000 feet of white pine alone 
cut in 1908 (government figures). The Forest Service 
further reported that "it is not improbable that a simi- 
lar cut can be made every year in the future from the 
natural growth of white pine in that state." 

Angelina Spinello, organist of St. Michael's Catholic 
Church, New Haven, Connecticut, is said to be the 
youngest organist in the world. She is ten years of 
age, and a wonderful future is predicted for her. 

With the prescience which is one of the faculties of 
genius O. Henry gave to Manhattan the nickname 
"Bagdad-on-the-Subway," and we wonder why nobody 
before him thought of the title and its pat application. 
It is not for me to point out the obvious resemblances 
and suggestions, but they are recognized and reveled 
in by citizens of the reflective sort, and even the great 
night-wandering, improvidently extravagant public is, 
perhaps insensibly, coming to feel a kinship with the 
Oriental. Two plays saturated with the strange and 
intimate mystery of the East have been in high favor 
here for weeks past — "The Garden of Allah" and "Kis- 
met." And now another has been added to the list. 
Other features of this latest arrival are more important 
in an artistic view, but its Persian pictures are at this 
time especially in harmony with the metropolitan mood. 
From Berlin comes this new spectacle, well heralded 
as a production of the new movement in the theatre 
which is to give us great things as fast as we can be 
prepared for them by the gifted leaders. It is a "word- 
less" play, with music. Really, little of its genuine art 
is suggested in that negative phrase, and one wishes 
that a new name could have been invented for it. To 
call it pantomime is not enough. We have had panto- 
mime since the days of George L. Fox, and before him, 
back to the gloom of antiquity. "Giselle" and "Schehere- 
zade" are pantomimes, with music, even if they are 
called chorographic dramas. But it is the spirit and 
harmony of swift, rhythmical, and beautiful movement 
by the Russian dancers that make them the most de- 
lightful and satisfying of stage pictures. 

"Sumurun" is like none of these, except that it is 
ordless. It is a tale of Persian love and jealousy, 
treachery and murder, told in pose, gesture, and catas- 
trophe, with sumptuous settings and suggestive musical 
accompaniment. Professor Max Reinhardt, the Berlin 
artist of the theatre, who has made a number of re- 
markable "advanced" productions, is responsible for 
this effort, though the play was arranged by Friedrich 
Froksa, one of the younger German dramatists. 
"Sumurun" was performed first at the Deutsches The- 
atre in April, 1910. In the following August Professor 
Reinhardt carried the company from Berlin down to 
Munich, where the wordless drama was seen at the 
Artists' Theatre there and created a sensation equal to 
its Berlin triumph. On January 25, 1911 — almost a 
year to a day of its introduction here — "Sumurun" was 
performed in a somewhat condensed version at the 
Coliseum in London. It was played there for a num- 
ber of months and in the following spring a return 
engagement was acted. Last fall "Sumurun" came to 
London in its original German form and was played 
at the Savoy Theatre. The work has also been given 
by Hungarian actors in Budapest. 

Winthrop Ames, under whose management it was 
produced at the Casino Theatre on Tuesday evening, 
engaged Victor Hollaender, the composer of the inci- 
dental music, to conduct the orchestra, which is an im- 
portant feature of the entertainment, and Richard Or- 
dynaki, the general stage director of Professor Rein- 
hardt, had the entire matter in charge. The company 
was brought intact from the Deutsches Theatre in Ber- 
lin. All the color, comedy, animation, and gorgeous- 
ness of ancient Bagdad are revealed in the nine tableaux 
of the production. The story of the love of the hunch- 
back showman for his dancing slave girl, known as the 
Beautiful Slave of Fatal Enchantment, and of Sumurun, 
the favorite wife of the old sheik, for Nur-al-Din, the 
cloth merchant, and the subsequent commingling of the 
two stories, ending in the murder by the sheik of his 
son, and his own death at the hands of the hunchback, 
is told entirely without the use of speech, but so vivid 
and realistic is the acting of the German company that 
the spectator is hardly aware of the absence of words. 
In spite of all that could be done for the spectacle by 
the press, in the way of recounting its European suc- 
cesses, it is doubtful if it secures such a hold on the 
affections of the public as "The Garden of Allah." 
Manhattan theatre-goers, permanent and transient, like 
new things, and Bagdad recollections, but they do not 
like to be forced to use their wits in following a story 
that is acted but not spoken. The Casino was well 
filled at the first performance; later accounts will con- 
trovert or sustain my prediction that, notable as it is in 
many particulars, the show will not create a furor. 
The company of pantomimists is entirely capable in its 
work, if without special distinction in beauty or technic. 
But the stage pictures are the thing, after all, and they 
are not so fascinating as they might be where they had 
no competition in related attractions. Flaneur. 

New York, January 18, 1912. 

Mary Godat Bellamy, the only woman member of the 
legislature of Wyoming, is reported to be the leader of 
the movement to have the vacancy on the bench of the 
Supreme Court of the United States caused by the death 
of Justice Harlan filled by a woman. Mrs. Bellamy de- 
clares that women, constituting one-half of the popula- 
tion and casting ballots in six 1 states, have a right to be 
represented. Mrs. Bellamy is said to have the support 
of the suffrage party of the six states where women 


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More than a thousand clerks were discharged recently 
from the census bureau, their work being completed. 


January 27, 1912. 


Dr. S. G. Fisher Writes a Biography Compiled Mainly from 
the Statesman's Speeches and Letters. 

Dr. Fisher need make no apology for his biography 
of Daniel Webster, nor for a title in which he discrimi- 
nates between the "true" Daniel Webster and the many 
caricatures with which we have been more or less con- 
tent. Perhaps no man has been more caricatured by 
his biographers nor more the victim of political and 
sectional spite and prejudice. The author says truly 
that if one picks up a diary, or letter, or anything about 
Webster and knows the politics of the writer he will 
be aware beforehand of its contents. Many of these 
writers are of the old Abolitionist and Free Soil parties 
or their admirers, good people in their way, but with 
their limitations, and there are no such limitations as 
the political. It is these people who are mainly re- 
sponsible for the discounting of Harvey's "Reminis- 
cences" and for no better reason than that Harvey 
was a Whig. Therefore Harvey finds no toleration 
from the good people of Boston, to whom he can never 
be anything but "a nice, weak-minded old gentleman 
who was always defending the Websters." 

It is a substantial volume that Dr. Fisher gives us, 
a volume of over five hundred pages that duly ushers 
its hero into the world, tells us all about his parentage 
and origin, his education, and his early professional 
days. There are very few men who are great enough 
to have interesting parents or whose boyhood and edu- 
cation can arrest our attention. But Webster was one 
of them. About Webster we want all that we can get. 
His was an "intellectual power which would be hard 
to match anywhere in the history of law and politics." 

How much of this intellectual development was due 
to the educational ideas of Webster's day? It is an 
interesting question, and one upon which the author 
speculates. Webster as a boy was an omniverous 
reader, and we are told how he bought a cotton hand- 
kerchief upon which was printed the Constitution of 
the United States and sat down under a tree to study 
the document with which he was to be so identified: 

Daniel's unusual mind and emotionalism were evidently 
sucking away the vital force that enabled his less gifted 
brothers to swing heavy axes and plow all day long. We all 
have known instances of this early development : and if we 
can believe certain educators and physicians a large propor- 
tion of these children are in modern times either killed or 
ruined for any high purpose by our excessive system of edu- 
cation. Their minds seem already so promising that it is 
believed that they can be forced to wonderful results, when 
the true method is to let them alone, not force them at all, 
or even stop their schooling. Little Daniel and Henry Clay 
in the modern environment would have bent over desks, 
breathed bad air. become excessively smart, worn spectacles 
at fourteen, and for the rest of their lives have been brilliant 
minds in crippled bodies, seedy, solemn-faced and peculiar. 

Webster's law office in Portsmouth was a common, 
n with little furniture and many 
was Jeremiah Mason, a good 
massive proportions and with a 
nity which caused a Shaker to 
' By thy size and thy language I 
judge that thou art Jeremiah Mason." Webster and 
Mason were often engaged upon the same case, and 
in this connection we have a story that illustrates Web- 
ster's, mental versatility: 

At the Portsmouth bar. Webster was soon almost on an 
equality with Mason, and they were on opposite sides of 
pretty much every important cause. On one occasion, it is 
said, the clerk was calling the docket and various counsel 
entering their names. Mason and Webster answering for 
plaintiff or defendant in almost every one. At last a case 
was called and Mason said: 

"Webster, what side are you on in this case?" 
"I don't know," said Webster; "take your choice." 

The author gives us a good account of the Hartford 
Convention, the Dartmouth College case, the Constitu- 
tional Convention, and the Plymouth Oration. Web- 
ster was opposed to the Missouri Compromise and 
made a speech in which he said that the spread of 
slavery must be stopped or it "would roll on desolating 
the vast expanse of continent to the Pacific Ocean," a 
speech that was constantly quoted against him after 
1850. Webster was now forty years of age and he 
seemed to think that he had done nothing. William 
Plumer. a congressman from New Hampshire, reports 
a conversation he had with Webster about this time: 

We were walking together one broad moonlight evening, 
in the grounds around the capitol at Washington, when he 
broke out into the most passionate aspirations after glory. 
Without it life was, he said, not worth possessing. The petty 
struggles of the day were without interest to him, except as 
they might furnish the opportunity of saying or doing some- 
thing which would be remembered in after time. Inquiring 
my a^e, nnd finding that I was some seven years his junior, 
he said, "Oh ! that I had those seven years that you have yet 
to come to reach my present age." "I would gladly give 
them to you." said T, "if you would give me what you have 
done in your last seven." "Nothing, nothing," he exclaimed. 
"I have done absolutely nothing. At thirty, Alexander had 
conquered the world ; and I am forty." "And at forty," said 
I, "Csesar had done nothing." "Ay," said he, "that is better; 
there is something in that. Caesar at forty had done nothing: 
we mav say then at forty one may still hope to do great 
things." Observing that I smiled at his enthusiasm, he 
smiled, too. and said, "You laugh at me, Plumer! Your quiet 
way of looking at things may be the best, after all : but I 
have sometimes such glorious dreams ! And sometimes, too, 
I half believe that they will wake into glorious realities." 

Webster h* d many methods of preparing himself for 
his speeches. He liked to saturate himself with the 
opinions of authorities and of the best minds of the 
dav upon ■ . hatever topic he wished to discuss, but 
upon occasion he was able to prepare himself with as- 
tonishing rapidity and without loss of effectiveness, 
while in the midst of a tariff speech he was 
that an important case in which he was con- 

cerned would be called the next day in the Supreme 
Court. He supposed that he still had two weeks in 
which to prepare himself, but he hurried home at once, 
took a dose of medicine, and went to bed : 

At ten p. m. he awoke, called for a bowl of tea, and with- 
out other refreshment went immediately to work. To use his 
own phrase, "the tapes had not been off his papers for more 
than a year." He worked all night, and, as he has told me 
more than once, he thought he never on any occasion had 
so completely the free use of his faculties. He hardly felt 
that he had bodily organs, so entirely had the fasting and the 
medicine done their work. At nine a. m., after eleven hours 
of continuous intellectual effort, his brief was completed. He 
sent for the barber and was shaved ; he took a very light 
breakfast of tea and crackers ; he looked over his papers to 
see that they were all in order, and tied them up — he read 
the morning journals to amuse and change his thoughts, and 
then he went into court and made that argument which, as 
Judge Wayne said about twenty years afterward, "released 
every creek and river, every lake and harbor in our country 
from the interference of monopolies." 

Webster's share in the "Great Debate" receives a 
full measure of attention. The debate lasted for three 
months, and although it was based upon a resolution 
that seemed almost non-contentious it developed into 
the historical duel over nullification, secession, slavery, 
and all those other topics that were to inflame the minds 
of men for two generations. Senator Hayne of South 
Carolina was the champion of the extreme Southern 
views and his speech was one of unusual power, al- 
though the author questions if it would ever have been 
heard of but for Webster's reply: 

As soon as Hayne closed his speech Webster rose to reply ; 
but as it was late in the afternoon the Senate adjourned, 
which gave Webster the floor next day, the 26th of January, 
a great day in his life. The galleries and the Senate cham- 
ber itself had been crowded with visitors to hear Hayne. A 
lady sat in his chair while he stood speaking by her side. 
Now every available place was again filled ; and the crowd 
extended out into the corridors and down the staircases. 
Webster had never, he afterwards said, spoken "in the pres- 
ence of an audience so eager and so sympathetic." His notes 
for a speech that fills seventy pages of print were written 
with great brevity on five pages of letter paper. But they 
had evidently been written merely to start the subject in his 
mind. He had no need to refer to them. "All I had ever 
known," he said, "seemed to be floating before me." 

But there were not a few friends both of him and of the 
Northern cause who were filled with anxiety and feared that 
he would never be able to answer the onslaught of Hayne. 
Edward Everett in great uneasiness went to his house that 
evening, and, finding him cool and serene, thought he was 
not aware of the magnitude of the contest. He asked him 
if he had taken notes of Hayne's speech. "Yes," said Web- 
ster, taking from his vest pocket a piece of paper no bigger 
than the palm of his hand. "I have it all : that is his speech." 
The truth was that though apparently with little time for 
preparation he had had in reality the preparation of years. He 
had prepared himself several times before for public land 
speeches and constitutional speeches. 

Before he rose to speak they say that another anxious 
friend passing near his seat said in a low voice, "Are you 
loaded, senator?" To which he grimly replied: "Seven 
fingers," a jest which referred to the muzzle-loading shotguns 
of those days, which, when heavily charged, caused the ram- 
rod to stand out seven fingers above the muzzle. 

Webster's break with President Jackson began in 
1832. He was deeply grateful to the President for his 
whole-souled condemnation of the milliners, but now 
both Webster and his party, the national Republicans, 
were arrayed in opposition to him: 

Jackson was credited in the popular mind with much hon- 
esty and sincerity of purpose. But w r hether he was any 
more so than other Presidents or people may be questioned. 
He was tricky enough ; but managed to have his tricks, like 
the Clay "bargain and corruption," performed by others while 
he stood aloof as the innocent but daring and audacious hero 
of the people. His picturesque violence of soeech and action 
was the foundation of his popularity; from this headlong vio- 
lence the masses inferred that he must be honest ; and find- 
ing, much to his own surprise, that his supposed failing was 
a source of political power, the old fellow worked it to the 
utmost in all manner of poses. This violence had given him 
his first distinction in the frontier life of Tennessee, where. 
when a judge, he is said to have rushed from the courtroom 
and seized with his own hands a ruffian whom the sheriff hesi- 
tated to arrest. In Webster's visit with Ticknor to Monti- 
cello in 1S24, Jefferson told him that Jackson, when a senator, 
could never make a speech, because of the violence of his 
feelings. "I have seen him attempt it repeatedly," said Jef- 
ferson, "and choke with rage." 

Webster was an ardent lover of nature. For eight 
years he spent every summer at Marshfield, on the 
coast of Massachusetts, and he finally bought it. He 
used to say that he wanted to live three lives, one to 
be devoted to astronomy, one to geology, and the third 
to classical literature, and he might have added a fourth 
to natural history: 

All the neighboring region — Cohasset. Chelsea Beach, and 
Nantasket Beach — were explored by Webster in his sporting 
excursions for wild fowl. Many stories of his adventures 
were, of course, afloat in his lifetime. It was the day of 
flintlock guns and black powder, and before reloading the 
sportsman often applied his lips to the muzzle to blow the 
smoke from the barrel. When Webster, in his rough clothes, 
had smutted his already dark, swarthy face by this blowing 
process he looked like a very piratical and terrible personage. 

He once accidentally sprinkled a stranger with shot, and 
walked towards him. saying: 

"My dear sir, I am very sorry, did I shoot you?" 

"Yes," said the man, staring into the grimy face, "and 
judging by your looks you have done that sort of thing be- 

One day a farmer met him roaming the marshes. 

"This is Daniel Webster, I believe." 

"That is my name." 

"Well now," said the farmer, "I am told that you can make 
from three to five dollars a day pleadin' cases up in Boston." 

Mr. Webster replied that he was sometimes so fortunate as 
to receive that amount for his services. 

"Well now," returned the rustic, "it seems to me. I de- 
clare, if I could get as much as that in the city pleadin' law 
cases. I would not be wadin' over these marshes this hot 
weather, shooting little birds." 

General Jackson appears from time to time in these 
interesting pages. The national bank was his pet aver- 
sion and he constantly referred to it with outbursts 
of rage and denunciations of Nicholas Biddle: "Is 
Andrew Jackson to bow the knee to the golden calf as 

did the Israelites of old? I tell you if you want relief 
go to Xicholas Biddle": 

These outburst of rage were deliberately posed ; for when 
published they were found very effective with the masses, 
who, in their infatuation, considered them additional proof ol 
the heroic honesty of "Old Hickory" and his devotion to the 
people's rights. After one of these fine outbursts to a depu- 
tation, and the deputation had departed, Jackson sent a mes- 
senger to bring back the spokesman, who found "Old Hickory" 
laughing over the result. "Did not I manage them well?" 
he exclaimed. He had actually called back the spokesman 
for the mere pleasure of a chuckle with him over the scene. 

Webster visited England in 1839, the voyage in one 
of the new steamships taking fourteen days. Sir 
Robert Peel made a great impression on him, and he 
also met Sydney Smith, Wordsworth, Rogers, and 
Moore. There were receptions, breakfasts, and dinners 
without end and toward the end of his stay he met 
Carlyle, who wrote a description of the occasion to 
Emerson : 

Not many days ago I saw at breakfast the notablest of all 
your notables, Daniel Webster. He is a magnificent speci- 
men. You might say to all the world, "This is our Yankee 
Englishman ; such limbs we make in Yankee-land !" As a 
logic-fencer, advocate, or parliamentary Hercules, one would 
incline to back him at first sight against all the extant world. 
The tanned complexion ; that amorphous, crag-like face ; the 
dull black eyes under the precipice of brows, like dull an- 
thracite furnaces, needing only to be blown ; the mastiff 
mouth, accurately closed ; I have not traced so much of 
silent Berserker rage, that I remember of, in any other man. 
"I guess I should not like to be your nigger !" Webster is 
not loquacious, but he is pertinent, conclusive : a dignified, 
perfectly bred man, though not English in breeding; a man 
worthy of the best reception among us, and meeting such, I 

We have many pleasing glimpses of Webster's home 
life. We are told that people who called upon him at 
ten o'clock in the morning were surprised to find him 
at leisure and apparently unoccupied and this started 
the idea that he was indolent. But he had already been 
working for four or five hours and had finished the 
pressing business of the day: 

He was all his life an omniverous reader, reading every- 
thing, old and new, and continually buying books in a way 
that reminded every one of what they had heard about Na- 
poleon. Lanman speaks of buying for him fifty books to 
take on one of his autumn trips to the Elms Farm. He would 
absorb all that was valuable in a book with great rapidity. 
He usually began by reading the index, next the tab'.e of 
contents and chapter headings, and then would run rapidly 
through the text, taking in the substance of many of the pages 
by a rapid glance as Macaulay used to do. A book that 
could compel him to go slow was a good one. Probably his 
reading of the index and chapter headings enabled his quick 
mind to forestall a great deal that the author would say and 
he examined the text merely to pick out what was different 
from what he had expected. 

Very few in any generation have the strength to endure 
those early morning mental labors which he added to the usual 
human day's work. His power to resist extreme fatigue and 
react from it by a slight rest was unusual. He never seems 
to have needed more than six hours' sleep, and this physical 
capacity, kept up until he was nearly seventy years old, re- 
minds us again in a very striking way of his great con- 
temporary Napoleon. The two men seem to have been super- 
human freaks of nature occurring in the same age, one in 
the Anglo-Saxon, the other in the Latin race. 

Webster's religion is a matter of some speculation. 
He had been brought up in the Congregationalism of 
Xew England, but his secretary says that he was an 
Episcopalian. The point is by no means clear, nor does 
it matter. The author is probably right when he says 
that Webster's nature was too large to be confined to 
any one sect: 

His views were, however, largely rationalistic. He wanted 
to write a book on Christianity, to leave a declaration of 
his belief in it. He would avoid, he said, doctrinal distinc- 
tions about the Saviour, "but I wish to express my belief 
in His divine mission." He looked upon the Old Testament 
as a most interesting development of ancient law ; but princi- 
pally as a collection of poems of vast antiquity, handed down 
by tradition and of a primitiveness and beauty far excelling 
Homer. He was quite indignant with any one who could not 
see this. "I have met with men in my time," he said, "ac- 
counted learned scholars — who knew Homer by heart, recited 
Pindar, were at home with JEschylus, and petted Horace — who 
could not understand Isaiah, Moses, or the Royal Poet. . . . 
so far superior in original force, sublimity, and truth to na- 
ture." It was to bring out this wonderful poetry, the tender- 
ness and intellect of David, the sublimitv of Isaiah, the dig- 
nity and imagery of Job, that most of his readings and com- 
ments were directed. He would explain at length the weak- 
ness of the Iliad compared with the powerful imagery, the 
superb passion, and the sublime thought of those ancient chil- 
dren of the desert that had found in him a kindred imagina- 

Webster died of cirrhosis of the liver, possibly in- 
duced by the violent remedies that he took against hay 
fever, from which he suffered annually. This gives 
occasion to the author to touch upon a much disputed 
point of Webster's character, a temperamental weak- 
ness likened by Edward Everett to the spots on the 

That disease is often the result of overindulgence in stimu- 
lants; but the physicians say it is also brought on by other 
conditions and causes. There was a great deal of discussion 
in Webster's lifetime, and after his death, as to his habits 
in this respect. Parton, in his "Famous Americans," pro- 
fesses to have seen him presiding at a banquet with two 
bottles of Madeira under his buff waistcoat and applauding 
even,' reference to the clergy and religion. He also saw him, 
he says, address an audience "in a state not far removed 
from intoxication, and mumble incoherence for ten minutes." 
Parker says "he became overfond of animal delights, of the 
joys of the body's baser parts: fond of sensual luxury. tDe 
victim of low appetites. He loved power, loved pleasure, 
loved wine. Let me turn off my face and say no more of 
this sad theme. Others were as bad as he." 

Dr. Fisher is to be congratulated upon a compre- 
hensive work and one that keeps the essentials of his 
subject steadilv in the foreground. Such a work was 
needed and it has been done with thoroughness. 

The True Daniel Webster. By Sydney George 
Fisher, Litt. D., LL. D. With twenty-five illustrations. 
Philadelphia: J. B. Lippincott Company; $2 net. 

January 27, 1912. 




The Bauble. 
Mr. Richard Barry must take the full re- 
sponsibility for the accuracy of the picture 
that he gives us of suffragette activities in 
New York. His story, as a story, is a good 
one, vigorous, dramatic, and pungent. More- 
over, we must believe that some of his char- 
acter sketches are intended to be portraits and 
many of his incidents have had an historical 

The heroine is Constance Rudd, who is hap- 
pily married, and who has a baby. Following 
the suggestion of a suffragette friend that 
her happiness is an illusion and that she is 
actually oppressed and downtrodden, she 
leaves her home secretly and attaches her- 
self to the suffragette organization. Or rather 
to several of them in succession, for there are 
as many castes and orders of precedence and 
divergent policies in the "movement" as there 
are at a court function. One of them is con- 
fined to the aristocracy, another to the middle 
class, while a third is practically a labor union 
of the women workers of the East Side. Con- 
stance goes from one to the other and at last 
finds herself acting as picket or police decoy 
in a strike and under the orders of a militant 
young woman who seems in public to be a 
second Joan of Arc, but whose private life 
leaves much to be desired and whose lan- 
guage under provocation is of the kind that 
was used by his majesty's army in Flanders, 
only more so. Constance has already per- 
ceived that the chief object of the agitators 
is to devolve upon a supposititious "state" all 
the duties that are peculiarly feminine. She 
now finds that the feminine "freedom" for 
which she is supposed to yearn involves some- 
thing that is perilously like free love. 

All this may be a caricature. Its astonish- 
ing and disquieting verisimilitude may be due 
to the author's literary art. Of this the 
reader must judge for himself, and perhaps 
we shall hear something in rebuttal from 
those most concerned. In the meantime we 
shall admit that Mr. Barry has written a fasci- 
nating and a gripping story. 

The Bauble. By Richard Barry, .is ew York : 
Moffat, Yard & Co.; $1.25 net. 

Primitive Man. 

Some courage is needed to challenge the su- 
periority of the white man over his brothers 
who are not white, or to question his right 
to be considered of a higher order than either 
primitive man or than the contemporary races 
that he has outstripped. That he has out- 
stripped them is clear enough, but is his 
greater speed due to what may be called in- 
nate virtue or to the accidents of opportunity 
or environment? 

But the complacency of the white man is 
not likely to be shaken. He will continue to 
look upon every deviation from his own type 
as the characteristic of a lower one. The 
greater that deviation the harsher will be his 
judgment, and this in spite of the formidable 
array of argument advanced by the author. 

That argument is so widely based and so 
admirably presented that it can hardly be 
epitomized with fairness. Two bodies that 
run through the same course with variable 
rapidity will be exposed to accidental differ- 
ences in proportion to the length of their 
course. Two infants will seem to be much 
alike, perhaps indistinguishable, but differ- 
ences will become evident in the course of a 
few years, and they may be painfully marked 
in old age. But these differences will not 
prove an inherited structural inferiority or su- 
periority. They may be, and probably they 
are, accidental, and the same argument may 
be applied to the human races. The variation 
in cultural development may be explained by 
the general course of historical events with- 
out recourse to a theory of material differ- 
ences of mental faculty in different races. 
And it may be found, moreover, that anatom- 
ical and physiological considerations do not 
support the idea that the white race repre- 
sents physically the highest type of man. 
These inquiries are pursued through a series 
of ten chapters devoted to the influences of 
environment and heredity and a consideration 
of race, language, cultural traits, and primi- 
tive culture. A special value attaches to the 
concluding chapter on "Race Problems in the 
United States." 

The Mind of Primitive Man. By Franz Boas. 
New York: The Macmillan Company; $1.50 net. 

The Story of Bayard. 

vond the fact that he was "without fear 

without reproach" we know surprisingly 

of the Chevalier Bayard. To the aver- 

inind he has become one of those legend- 

,- i.ersons like King Arthur, in whom were 

died all the national ideals of virtue. 

yet Bayard was a, real man and with a 

aJ history told credibly by his contempo- 

r'-s. If we will listen to them we shall 

id no fairy tales, but a simple record of 

>.f vement and character, of invincible cour- 

apr and of human virtue, almost without a 


Mr. Christopher Hare in his story ot 

iyard has kept himself in the background 

al he may the more faithfully set forth the 

picture of his hero as it was painted by his 

m chroniclers. It makes a substantial vol- 

xe of narrative in its simplest form and 

of those whose mission it 

was to present the facts with the utmost 
economy of words. It is a story of sieges, 
battles, and tournaments, of deeds of heroic 
valor and of still more gentleness and piety, 
a strange combination and one that becomes 
congruous only in the light of the middle 

The Story of Bayard. Retold from the old 
chronicles of the Loyal Servitor and others by 
Christopher Lane. With illustrations in color by 
Herbert Cole. New York: E. P. Dutton & 
Co.; ?2. 

Turkish Women. 
Hester Donaldson Jenkins, author of "Be- 
hind Turkish Lattices," is well qualified for 
her task. She writes of the women of Turkey 
from the standpoint of a woman who is more 
interested in domestic affairs than in any- 
thing else, and so she adopts the role neither 
of the politician nor of the missionary. 
Knowing the Turkish woman — at least the 
Constantinople woman — intimately, she writes 
of what she knows and she does it with illumi- 
nating simplicity. She tells us about the baby 
and the schoolgirl, of maidenhood and mar- 
riage, and this naturally brings her to the sub- 
ject of polygamy. Polygamy, she tells us, is 
dying out. There are economic reasons for 
this, but more potent than economics is the 
growing sentiment that polygamy is not "good 
form." But the author has a good word even 
for polygamy. It results in fewer illicit unions 
and there are no illegitimate children. In 
some respects the legal status of the wife is 
higher than in America or in Europe. She 
has legal control of her property and may 
plead her own case in court against any one. 
The children belong to the mother, and after 
her death to her nearest female relative. 
That her own ignorance often bars her from 
her rights is another matter, and there seems 
now to be an intellectual ambition that will 
complete the work of a law that we must ad- 
mit to be enlightened. Nor does Moham- 
medanism deny to women the possession of a 
soul, as witness the text from the Koran 
which reads, "God has promised to believers, 
men and women, gardens beneath which rivers 
flow, and goodly places in the Garden of 
Eden, to dwell therein forever." The author 
is to be congratulated upon an entirely pleas- 
ing book, a survey of Turkish life which lays 
a gentle emphasis upon its worthier aspects. 
There are twenty-four good illustrations. 

Behind Turkish Lattices. By Hester Donald- 
son Jenkins. Philadelphia: J. B. Lippincott Com- 
pany; $1.50 net. 

Teutonic Arts and Crafts. 

It is well that these admirable lectures 
should find fitting preservation and illustra- 
tion in their present form. The history of 
ancient art has a significance lacking from 
the art of today. It teaches the psychology 
of the people who fostered it, for they were 
a people to whom religion was not one of 
life's adjuncts or superfluities, but life itself. 
The human touch upon nature was a re- 
ligious touch ; the intention was always to ex- 
press, however crudely, the religious senti- 
ment. Religion, however gross, was the core 
of human activities. As a motive power it 
rivaled in strength the need for food. 

Professor Brown directs his inquiries to 
that period of Teutonic activity that includes 
the overthrow of Rome and the foundation 
of the modern world. Doubtless it was a 
time of unvoiced but very real ideals as the 
new order supplanted the old. On the one 
hand was the Teutonic art and on the other 
the Roman, with the intermediate point where 
the two met and blended. The author sur- 
veys the whole field, the art of the cemetery, 
of the warrior, of the woman, its manner of 
expression, the materials used and as much 
of the technical processes as we need to 
know. His knowledge is wide and his style 
simple and effective, while his task is aided 
by the thirty-two plates that cooperate with 
the text. It may be added that the volume 
appears in the Arts and Crafts of the Nations 
series under the general editorship of Mr. S. 
H. F. Capenny. 

The Arts and Crafts of Our Teutonic Fore- 
fathers. By G. Baldwin Brown, M. A. Chicago: 
A. C. McClurg & Co.; $1.75. 

The Modern Railroad. 
This substantial volume of nearly five hun- 
dred pages seems competent to answer every 
question as to the practical working of rail- 
roads, and with a wise avoidance of those 
problems of railroad finance and politics that 
are vast enough for separate and distinct 
treatment. Mr. Hungerford is well known as 
a railroad expert whose intimate knowledge 
covers every department and every detail of 
the practical work. Beginning with a history 
of the railroad and ending with a survey of 
the present state of electrical development, 
he devotes his intermediate chapters — there 
are twenty-seven in all — to track construction, 
tunnels, bridges, stations, yards, locomotives, 
and cars. Thus we have a glance at the work 
of the higher officials and departments, a 
chapter on- operation and a series of vivid 
pictures of such practical problems as devel- 
opment, the creation of traffic, the mail 
service, the mechanical departments on the 
staff. Mr. Hungerford does not write so 
much for railroad men themselves as for the 
average man who wants to know something 
more about railroads than can be gathered 
from the time schedules, who is anxious for 

a glimpse of the mechanism that "makes the 
wheels go round." It would be hard to find 
anything more ample or more inclusive. The 
illustrations are numerous and good. 

The Modern Railroad. By Edward Hunge. 
ford. Chicago: A. C. McClurg & Co. 

A Touch of Fantasy. 
Mr. Arthur H. Adams has succeeded in 
touching a nerve by this fresh and delightful 
sketch of two commonplace people. Hugh 
Robjohn is a government clerk who is de- 
voting all the energies of his youth to the 
compilation of a work on economics that shall 
revolutionize that dull, but doubtless impor- 
tant, science. Nancy is a restaurant waitress 
whose relations with the other sex are regu- 
lated only by the one supreme necessity to 
"take care of" herself. And we all know 
what that means. Being unversed in the 
ways of the world, and especially of the 
world of waitresses, Hugh looks upon the un- 
conventional Nancy as a celestial importation 
even though her grammar is not always im- 
maculate. Nancy, on the other hand, looks 
upon Hugh as a "real swell" who is also the 
incarnation of all terrestrial knowledge. They 
are very ordinary people, although Nancy is 
extraordinarily pretty, and their like may be 
found in swarms everywhere. They are the 
kind of material chosen by the literary artist 
whose mission it is to show the beauty of the 
commonplace and the gems that lie so near 
the surface of the clay. Mr. Adams delights 
to contrast the gems and the clay and to 
show how close to the surface are the real 
treasures of human nature. Such efforts are 
rare enough in modern fiction and they de- 
serve applause, especially when they are com- 
bined with literary vivacity and dexterity. 

A Touch of Fantasy. By Arthur H. Adams. 
New York: John Lane Company; $1.25 net. 

A Book of Health. 

Dr. Woods Hutchinson always writes ac- 
ceptably on health matters because he always 
writes from a standpoint of common sense 
and avoids the hysteria of the germ hunter. 
In this volume we have a comprehensive re- 
view of all the main factors of health as 
well as a lucid description of the bodily 
mechanism and the supplies needed to keep it 
in good working order. The organs of the 
body are dealt with separately, the value of 
exercise and cleanliness is explained, and a 
valuable concluding chapter deals with acci- 
dents and emergencies. The illustrations are 
numerous and good. 

A Handbook of Health. By Woods Hutchin- 
son, A. M., M. D. Boston : Houghton Mifflin 
Company; $1.25 net. 

The Incorrigible Dukane. 

Mr. Shedd would have us believe that there 
is some hope for the rich man's son if he 
can but be thrown into the millrace and left 
to sink or swim according to the usual laws 
that govern such matters. In this case we 
have a gilded youth who finds himself a pen- 
niless laborer in a construction gang some- 
where in the Far West. The fire of tribula- 
tion aided by the smiles of a pretty girl 
help to burn away the dross from the nature 
of "the incorrigible Dukane," and when we 
leave him he is very much of a man. But 
we are not sure whether the deed of grace is 
due more to the tribulation or to the girl. 
Perhaps a little of each. 

The Incorrigible Dukane. Bv George C. 
Shedd. Boston: Small, Maynard & Co.; $1.25 net. 

Tom Brown's School Days. 

That a story should maintain its reputation 
for fifty years as the best boy's book of its 
kind ever written is substantial evidence of 
its value. It is well that there should be a 
reissue of such a work, and it is doubly well 
(hat it should take so dignified and worthy a 
form as this. The numerous illustrations by 
Louis Rhead were made at Rugby school and 
therefore have all the merit of accuracy, 
while the introduction by W. D. Howells 
serves to draw attention to the author's in- 
fluence in persuading boys to be "honest, 
clean-minded, and clean-mouthed, kind and 

Tom Brown's School Days. By an Old Boy 
(Thomas Hughes). New York: Harper & Broth- 
ers; $1.50. 

Heart and Chart. 

Except for a connecting thread of "heart 
interest" the various chapters of this book 
could almost be considered as short stories. 
They relate the experiences of a nurse whose 
sphere includes the extremes of social life, 
as well as some of its tragedies, ambitions, and 
disappointments. It is a well written piece 
of work and probably very close to the facts. 

Heart and Chart. By Margarita Spalding 
Gerry. New York: Harper & Brothers; $1.20 net. 

Around the World. 
That a woman should be able to travel 
around the world in a motor-car without an- 
noyance or molestation — except from the 
American police — says much for the civiliza- 
tion of the world as well as for the courage 
of the traveler. This achievement must be 
credited to Mrs. Harriet White Fisher of 
Trenton, New Jersey, who tells us just how 
she did it and how others may do the same. 
Mrs. Fisher had no thought of establishing a 
record, The j purney seemed likely to be 

pleasurable and she took it ■■..' iut thought 
of subsequent acclaim. 

Her story is a most readable one, and it 
is no easy matter to record so long a motor 
journey without falling into the errors of 
the diarist on the one hand or the mechanic 
on the other. It is still less easy so to sift 
experiences that only the nuggets shall re- 
main. But the author has succeeded to ad- 
miration. Without undue brevity and with- 
out sociological disquisitions — the bane of the 
travel book — she contents herself with telling 
us what she saw and she does it with a cer- 
tain light and yet impressive touch that is 
uniformly pleasing. The author is to be con- 
gratulated upon her success in a difficult task, 
a task that many essay and that few per- 
form to advantage. 

A Woman's Tour Around the World in a 
Motor-Car. By Harriet White Fisher. With 
seventy illustrations. Philadelphia: J. B. Lippin- 
cott Company; $2 net. 

Briefer Reviews. 
The American Book Company has published 
"Essentials of Spanish Grammar," by Samuel 
Garner, Ph. D. 

Those who are laying in a new stock of 
Dickens should not overlook the edition of 
"A Tale of Two Cities" just issued by Little, 
Brown & Co. ($1.25 net). The volume is a 
handsome one, well printed, and with twenty- 
four illustrations in color by Sep E. Scott. 

"Vegetable Verselets," by Margaret G. 
Hays (J. B. Lippincott Company; $1 net), is 
dedicated to "humorous vegetarians," if any 
such exist. If not, these verses are intended 
to create them. The illustrations, that are as 
lively as the verses, are by Grace G. Wieder- 

Under the title of "Pen, Pencil, and Chalk" 
John Lane Company have published a series 
of drawings by contemporary European 
artists classified under their respective coun- 
tries. Charles Holme is responsible for the 
editorship, and the collection under the well- 
known "Studio" form is one not to be over- 

A useful aid to a study of the ship subsidy 
problem has been published by A. C. McClurg 
& Co. under the title of "Manual of Ship 
Subsidies" (SO cents net). The author is Ed- 
win M. Bacon, A. M., and it professes to be 
an historical summary of the systems of all 
nations and therefore valuable for purposes 
of comparison. 

A late addition to the valuable musical li- 
brary published by the Oliver Ditson Com- 
pany, Boston, is "Thirty Songs by Franz 
Liszt," edited by Carl Armbruster, for high 
voice. The volume belongs to the Musicians' 
Library of Masterpieces of Song and Piano 
Music, of uniform size and binding and a 
decoration to the music shelf. The price is 

The How Does It Work series, already 
containing various useful volumes, has now 
been enlarged by the addition of "Electricity," 
by Thomas W. Corbin (R. F. Fenno & Co. ; 
75 cents net). The volume contains practical 
information about dynamos, heating, tram- 
ways, motors, lighting, railways, and many 
other departments of electrical work, large 
and small. 

In "Ten Boys from History," by Kate Dick- 
inson Sweetser (Durfield & Co.), the author 
explains that her young heroes are selected, 
not because they became famous men, but be- 
cause each one achieved something note- 
worthy as a boy, and because in each boy's 
character courage was the marked trait. The 
selection is carefully made, the life stories 
arc well told and in large type, and the illus- 
trations by George Alfred Williams are good. 

The detective story still holds its own in 
the popular favor. Among recent examples is 
"The Steel Crown," by Fergus Hume (G. W. 
Dillingham Company; $1.25 net). Here we 
find the stage set with the familiar features, 
the mysterious murder of a woman, a num- 
ber of people who may have committed the 
crime but who did not, and at last the un- 
raveling of the knot in a way that no one 
would have supposed. Mr. Hume thus adds 
another story to his detective library that al- 
ready contained eighteen volumes. 

We may reasonably doubt if the average 
citizen is any the better for reading treatises 
on food adulteration, nutrition, and kindred 
topics. The part of wisdom is probably to 
eat what is set before us and to "ask no ques- 
tions for conscience sake." A certain lofty 
carelessness may carry us unscathed through 
many dietetic perils, but for those that are 
curious upon such points there is no better 
book than "Pure Foods, Their Adulteration, 
Nutritive Value, and Cost," by John C. Olsen, 
A. M., Ph. D. (Ginn & Co.). It seems to be 
both complete and terrifying. 

All Books that are reviewed in the 
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January 27, 1912. 


Unconscious Memory. 
The reissue of Samuel Butler's "Uncon- 
scious Memory" deserves to rank as a service 
to science. Originally published some thirty 
years ago, it is almost unknown owing to the 
destruction by fire of the unbound sheets. It 
now takes its due place in a series of evolu- 
tionary works by one of the most brilliant 
men of his century. 

Perhaps the title is not a felicitous one. 
Memory seems to be distinctly a function of 
consciousness and to be impossible without 
consciousness. But inasmuch as the author 
argues for a universality of life and states 
his conviction that the boundary between the 
organic and the inorganic is an arbitrary one 
we may suppose that he uses the word con- 
sciousness in a restricted sense. Life, con- 
sciousness, and memory seem to be mutually 

Memory, argues the author, is the capacity 
of the protoplasm to respond to vibrations 
that have once been felt, upon their repetition. 
But in what way is that power transmitted ? 
Butler avoids the idea of transmission alto- 
gether. A person can not be said to do a 
thing by habit or routine when it is his an- 
cestors and not himself that has done it hith- 
erto unless we assume that he and his an- 
cestors are one and the same person. And 
perhaps we may so assume. If a man of 
eighty may consider himself identical with the 
baby from whom he developed, then the baby 
may just as fairly claim identity with its 
father and mother. Therefore each living hu- 
man being may claim identity with each gen- 
eration of its ancestors up to, or back to, the 
primordial cell. It is the same unchanged life 
plus the slowly garnered experiences of the 
ages. But why, then, should not this "un- 
conscious memory" become conscious mem- 
ory ? If we consciously remember the vibra- 
tions of yesterday why not also those of the 
ice age? 

Huxley seems to have espoused the same 
theory while seeming to deny it. "It is not 
true," he says, "that a reptile was ever a 
fish, but it is true that the reptile embryo at 
one stage of its development is an organism, 
which, if it had an independent existence, 
must be classified among fishes." Quite so. 
But an organism which "must be classified 
among fishes" is a fish. The reptile embryo is 
such an organism. Therefore the reptile em- 
bryo is a fish. And whatever is true of the 
reptile embryo is true also of the human em- 
bryo. Therefore the human embryo is a fish, 
and the development of that embryo — that is 
to say a man of eighty — is a fish, and also 
a plant and a mineral, for we can not tole- 
rate anywhere an inanimate molecule which 
must have life smuggled into it. 

The volume, although somewhat chaotic in 
arrangement, is of the most fascinating kind, 
daring, brilliant, mocking, and humorous. 
And it can be read by those who have no 
more than the commonly current scientific 
knowledge of the day. 

Unconscious Memory. By Samuel Butler. New 
York: E. P. Dutton & Co.; $1.50. 

The Lotus Lantern. 
This story seems to be written from a com- 
petent knowledge of Japanese life, but a full 
measure of sentiment is needed to reconcile 
us to the international marriage where East 
and West are concerned. The heroine is a 
Japanese geisha girl who wins the heart of 
an attache of the British embassy at Tokio. 
But the blood of the pretty dancing girl is 
not wholly Japanese. As the story unwinds 
itself we find that she is the daughter of the 
ambassador himself, who married a Japanese 
woman and who is anxious to cover up the 
past by securing the disappearance of the 
half-caste daughter. Ume is typically Jap- 
anese and therefore delightful in a novel, but 
as her blood is half white we may suppose 
that the disadvantages of the international 
marriage have at least been attenuated. 

The Lotus Lantern. By Mary Imlay Taylor 
and Martin Sabine. Boston: Little, Brown & Co.: 
$1.25 net. 

Gossip of Books and Authors. 
Professor C. N. Kendall, who has just been 
appointed State Commissioner of Education 
in New Jersey, compiled and arranged a school 
reader entitled "Travels in History by Mark 

The Macmillan Company is bringing out a 
volume entitled "Socialism and the Ethics of 
Jesus," by Professor Henry C. Vedder. The 
author is "not a champion of any social 
theory or system," and has here endeavored 
to point out impartially the points of simi- 
larity and difference between the ethics of 
Jesus and the Socialism of today. 

A romance of the Texas sheep country is 
the terse description of "The Wrong Woman," 
the novel by Charles D. Stewart, author of 
"The Fugitive Blacksmith," which Houghton 
Mifflin Comp-iny has just brought out. 

"The Following of the Star," the last novel 
by Florence L. Barclay, which has just ap- 
peared unr 1 -r the imprint of G. P. Putnam's 
Sons, was begun at the Villa Trollope, in 
Florence, where George Eliot wrote "Romola." 
At this villa, Mrs. Browning, Maxwell Gray, 
and 1 ord Lytton often stayed, and more re- 

cently it has been frequented by Frances 
Hodgson Burnett, Thomas Hardy, and Eden 

Henry Holt & Co.'s first 1912 novel will be 
Miss R. Macaulay's "Views and Vagabonds." 
In it two highly contrasted groups of nice 
young English people — the one most earnest 
about current issues, the other out for harm- 
less fun — disclose themselves. There is half- 
humorous, but clear-headed, comment on vari- 
ous modern philosophers. 

Cyrus Townsend Brady has made over Wil- 
liam Gillette's play, "Secret Service," into a 
novel, and it is published by Dodd, Mead & 

Somebody from this side of the Atlantic 
once went to see William J. Locke, the nov- 
elist, in his green-embowered cottage at Chol- 
sey on the Thames. Mr. Locke has visited 
America. He proudly produced the "mixings" 
and offered his guest a cocktail. "You are 
very kind," said the American. "I don't mind 
if I do. I have not yet learned to like tea." 
"Don't," said Locke, "tea is the curse of Eng- 

That book of genuinely humorous college 
tales, "At Good Old Siwash," by George 
Fitch, is now in its fourth edition, as reported 
by its publishers, Little, Brown & Co. 

The second sale of the Richard Hoe library, 
which the late owner divided into four parts, 
is now proceeding in New York. The first 
fourth, sold last spring, realized nearly a 
million dollars. 

The late W. Clark Russell never told a 
more grewsome tale of the sea than the true 
story of the plague ship Antoinette which 
arrived at Nantes, France, recently from Si* 
marang, Java. He depicted vividly a ship's 
crew smitten with blindness and sailing this 
way and that with no one to steer a course. 
But has any novelist ever described a ship's 
company struck down by sleeping sickness ? 
Coleridge came near to anticipating the case 
of the Antoinette in "The Ancient Mariner." 
It was "the nightmare Life-in-Death" that 
haunted the bark from the time she left Java, 
four months before. She carried a cargo of 
sugar and was manned by a crew of fifteen. 
The second officer fell ill soon after sailing, 
but no one understood his symptoms until a 
sailor was prostrated by the same malady. 
Several of the crew died, and the rest were 
in a more or less comatose condition except 
the two ship's boys, one a negro, the other a 
white, who alone escaped the disease. 

New Books Received. 

Shakespeare's "The Merchant of Venice." 
Edited by Harry Morgan Ayres. New York: The 
Macmillan Company; 35 cents net. 

Issued in the Tudor Shakespeare. 

Shakespeare's "The Tragedy of Macbeth." 
Edited by Arthur C. L. Brown, Ph. D. New 
York: The Macmillan Company; 35 cents net. 

Issued in the Tudor Shakespeare. 

Life's Basis and Life's Ideal. By Rudolf 
Eucken. Translated with introductory note by 
Alban G. Widgery. New York: The Macmillan 
Company; $2.50 net. 

The fundamentals of a new philosophy of life. 

Dramatists of Today. By Edward Everett 
Hale, Ph. D. New York: Henry Holt & Co.; 
$1.50 net. 

Sixth edition, revised, with portraits. 

Saints and Heroes. By George Hodges. New 
York: Henry Holt & Co.; $1.35 net. 
Biographies, primarily for young folks. 

Chapters of Opera. By Henry Edward Kreh- 
biel. New York: Henry Holt & Co.; $2.50 net. 

Third edition, revised, with appendix. Being 
historical and critical observations and records 
concerning the lyric drama in New York from its 
earliest days down to the present time. 

Heredity in Relation to Eugenics. By 
Charles Benedict Davenport. New York: Henry 
Holt & Co.; $2 net. 

A treatise on inborn, inheritable capacities and 
tendencies and how we may best use our knowl- 
edge of them. 

The Surgeon's Log. By J. Johnston Abraham. 
New York: E. P. Dutton & Co.; $2.50 net. 
Impressions of the Far East. 

Peter Ruff and the Double Four. By E. 
Phillips Oppenheim. Boston: Little, Brown & Co.; 
$1.25 net. 

A new novel by a popular author. 

The Brentons. By Anna Chapin Ray. Bos- 
ton: Little, Brown & Co.; $1.25 net. 
A new novel. 

Tante. By Anne Douglas Sedgwick. New 
York: The Century Company; $1.30 net. 
A new novel. 

The Human Fantasy. By John Hall Wbeelock. 
Boston: Sherman, French & Co.; $1.25 net. 
A volume of verse. 

__ Robert Louis Stevenson in California. By 
Katharine D. Osbourne. Chicago: A. C. McClurg 
& Co. 

With sixty-nine illustrations. 

Tour Two. By Georgina Pflaum. Boston: 
Sherman, French & Co.; $1.25 net. 

"A trip to Europe and what came of it." 

Life-Lore Problems. By Luclla Knott. Bos- 
ton: Sherman, French & Co.; $1 net. 
A volume of verse. 

Sixty Years' Life and Adventures in the 
Far East. Bv lohn Dill Ross. Two volumes. 
New York: E. P." Dutton & Co.; $7 net. 

A remarkable record by "one of the few men 

now living who possesses the material necessary to 
construct it." 

The Wrong Woman. By Charles D. Stewart. 
Boston: Houghton Mifflin Company; $1.25 net. 

A new novel by the author of "Partners of 

The Factory. By Jonathan Thaver Lincoln. 
Boston: Houghton Mifflin Company; $1 net. 
A study of the history of the factory system. 

The Stories of the Russian Ballet. By Ar- 
thur Applin. New York: John Lane Company; 
$3.50 net. 

An historical sketch with twenty-one striking 

Boston's Toy Theatre. 

The Toy Theatre, Boston's newest, most 
exclusive, and tiniest playhouse, was opened 
for the first time New Year's night and was 
crowded to its limit, 130 people. It was a 
unique premiere for a theatre. There was 
no shouting of speculators on the sidewalk, 
no eager ticket agent trying to hear through 
a round hole in the box-office, because the 
box-office doesn't exist, and inside there was 
no "paper" and none of the accessories of 
the mercantile methods of amusing people. 
The audience was there on invitation and was 
made up largely of "students of the drama" 
from Harvard and Radcliffe colleges and Bos- 
ton amateurs. 

These Monday night performances are to 
continue fortnightly throughout the season 
and are open only to students and other 
guests of the theatre. The plays produced 
were George Bernard Shaw's "Press Cut- 
tings," George Middleton's "In His House," 
and Oliver Herford's fantasy "Two Out of 


"Duping films" is the phrase used by mov- 
ing-picture men to describe a flourishing illicit 
trade in counterfeits of the current films. 
"Duped" or duplicate films are made by photo- 
graphing the entire contents of moving-pic- 
ture films as the scenes are projected upon 
the screen. An ordinary moving picture 
camera is used for the purpose. These copies 
of films afford a very large margin of profit, 
because the dishonest producer may avoid the 
cost of mounting plays; he avoids paying the 
salaries of actors and other studio expenses, 
and in the case of outdoor productions or 
travel pictures he avoids the cost of trans- 
portation and of delays. Moving-picture man- 
ufacturers have found it necessary to com- 
bine against this traffic. 

When Jenny Lind made her tour of Amer- 
ica in the early 'fifties under the management 
of P. T. Barnum, Madison was the only In- 
diana city in which she would sing. The city 
still boasts of how the diva stopped there on 
her way down the Ohio River from Cincinnati 
to Louisville. The city had no auditorium 
large enough, so one of the largest pork ware- 
houses was emptied and scoured and filled 
with flowers to remove any lingering odor. 
Men and women traveled from all parts of the 
state to hear Jenny Lind sing in the pork- 
house, some of them spending from three to 
six days on the journey. 


Five famous women were all recently under 
one roof at the opera in New York City. 
They were Maggie Mitchell and Lotta Crab- 
tree, famous actresses, and Annie Louise 
Cary, Clara Louise Kellogg, and Emma 
Thursby, famous singers. All are hale and 
hearty, though their triumphs on stage and 
concert platform were of years ago, and they 
have been almost forgotten by the unnum- 
bered thousands who were their devoted ad- 

Oliver Morosco, until a few weeks ago 
quite unknown on Broadway, is evidently go- 
ing to make a determined effort to stay in 
New York. He was heretofore manager of 
a stock company in Los Angeles, and made 
his first production in New York with "Birds 
of Paradise." In three weeks he will bring 
out another American play by Hayden Talbot, 
called "The Truth Wagon." Three weeks 
later, he says, he will produce a third. 

Charles Klein, who has just returned from 
abroad, has arranged for the production of 
his play "The Gamblers," in London, this 
spring. Mr. Klein will immediately begin 
work on the writing of two new acts for his 
comedy, "The Outsiders," and will also give 
considerable attention to his dramatization of 
Rex Beach's novel, "The Ne'er-Do-Well," both 
of which will be produced early next season 
by the Authors' Producing Company. 

In the middle ages books were exchanged 
for a horse or half a dozen sheep. When any- 
body needed stock or other property he often 
pawned the books that he owned, and in the 
town of Oxford were at one time twenty 
chests filled with valuable books. Later the 
book fairs helped to relieve the situation. No 
doubt there is a golden mean somewhere be- 
tween the scarcity of the middle ages and 
the overproduction of today. 

Henry Bernstein, author of "The Thief," is 
writing a play for Ethel Barrymore, the 
scenario of which has been accepted by her 
manager, Charles Frohman. 

Faith, $13,000,000 Worth 

Firm, as lasting as time itself, is the 
faith which would inspire the investment 
of thirteen million dollars. More wonder- 
ful is the faith which, in the face of the 
greatest calamity that ever befell an Amer- 
ican city, began to pour out that golden 
stream towards rebuilding its business be- 
fore the ruins had ceased smoking. 

Such was the faith of the United Rail- 
roads after the San Francisco fire. With- 
in five years after the conflagration it has 
expended $13,000,000 to renew, repair, and 
improve its street-car system in this city. 
That is more than $2,500,000 a year and 
some to spare. 

It was one of the very first to be at work 
after the fire to clear away the debris and 
build a new and better city on the ruins 
of the old. After the morning of April 
18, 1906, it was not only out of commis- 
sion, but its property was destroyed. 
Everything had to be begun again. Every- 
thing had to be new — new cars, new poles, 
new wires, and in many cases new tracks. 

But the company had faith in San Fran- 
cisco and the future of the city. Building 
on that faith it began the work of recon- 
struction that has cost its stockholders 
millions of dollars, with other millions to 
be spent before the Panama-Pacific Expo- 
sition is completed It has voiced no com- 
plaints and has spent no time in revilings. 
Its business is to opera 1 e street-car lines, 
and it attends strictly to that business. 

The expenditure of this vast sum of 
money has made possible more than any- 
thing else the expansion of San Francisco. 
It has given people access to the outlying 
districts who fled there after the fire and 
like their new surroundings. It has made 
possible the erection of magnificent build- 
ings along Market and other streets, be- 
cause it has given transportation facilities 
to the people who tenant the buildings. 

No corporation is perfect. That is so 
axiomatic as to admit of no argument. 
Neither is any individual. But there is no 
parallel in the street railway history of the 
world to the upbuilding of a street-car sys- 
tem from desolation and destruction such 
as San Francisco has witnesed in the past 
in a little more than five years. It took 
grit and faith and brains and money to do 
it, and that the United Railroads officials 
did it is to their everlasting credit. 

So the next time you are tempted to 
anathematize the United Railroads be- 
cause you missed your car, or failed to 
get a coveted seat because somebody else 
happened to be quicker, would it not be 
wise to ask yourself what you would be 
doing, or where you would be living if the 
United Railroads or some other equally 
powerful and far-seeing system had not 
taken the initiative in rebuilding stricken 
San Francisco? 

The thoughtful and traveled man will 
admit that San Francisco's street railway 
system is as good as that in other cities 
and better than in many of them. He is 
frank enough to say he does not believe 
the system is perfect in operation, but per- 
fection can not be attained as long as hu- 
man beings are human beings. He knows 
the service is as good as can be given and 
that it is constantly improving. Trying to 
please the public is a great problem, and 
the man who is always complaining about 
the service should go away from home for 
awhile and ride on the other fellow's 
street-cars. He would return with a bet- 
ter opinion of his home town traffic facili- 
ties than he ever had before. 



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The "Get-Rich-Quick Wallingford" stories 
are of the kind that men read with chuckles 
of rich appreciation, and that many women 
turn down after one glance, and without a 
second look. They are full of high spirits, 
slang, bustle, and ingenuity ; rather more so 
than is the play, which has to be well diluted 
for the baby public ; or at least George M. 
Cohan thinks so, which, as he is the play- 
maker, is the main thing. To the play has 
been transferred the spirit of the book, which 
is American, pure and simple. 

To an American town come two cheerful, 
engaging, cordial, hand-shaking, cigar-offering, 
capital-capturing crooks, who proceed to do 
up all the capitalists, big and little, in the 
place, with the idea of making their "get 
away" in a week's time. 

They talk so fast and so much that they 
banish thought. Their answers are always 
pat before a potential doubter has finished his 
semi-suspicious queries. They have down to 
a dot the art of capturing a reluctant and 
evasive hand, and shaking it and its owner 
into a state of hilarious trustfulness. They 
outline wordy visions of financial profit with 
such eloquence that a sort of financial de- 
mentia seizes upon even the hard-heads of 
the town. 

All this condition we see and hear visibly 
growing before us. The arrival of "Get-rich- 
quick" is arranged for in advance by his in- 
valuable associate, "Blackie" Daw, who guile- 
fully leaves upon his hotel bureau a letter 
which apparently gives away to the inquisi- 
tive citizens of Battlesburg the munificently 
enterprising intentions of the writer's asso- 
ciate, whom he has already liberally adver- 
tised before the dazzled vision of the Battles- 
burgians by grandiloquent allusions to his 
known wealth and enterprise. 

The plan followed by Cohan in outlining 
all this state of things in the first act is cer- 
tainly very clever. Only an experienced play- 
wright could so exactly have laid his plans 
and dovetailed his scenes. And then there is 
presented to the American theatre-going pub- 
lic that which it loves to see on the stage: 
a picture of village life and village types; or, 
rather, of country-town types, as Battlesburg 
is intended to be rather more than a village. 

The picture of these two ready, confident, 
genial rascals turned loose on the semi-ruralites 
of Battlesburg, and expertly laying the wires 
for their grand coup, tickles the business man 
under the ribs. He is on his own ground 
there, even if he is an honest man hi